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Fallen Angels - Prints

Fallen Angels - Prints


The yellow lily paints the morning dew
And the cold nights leave me with nothing to do
For the dream I've awakened begins with you
And the wild bird sings about dancing with the truth

I’m made of thunder
I’m made of lightning
I’m made of dirt, yeah
Made of the fine things
My father taught me that I’m a speck of dust
And this world was made for me

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