Heaven's rain falls upon
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Faces of the children who look skyward.
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Twisting metal through the air,
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Scars and screams
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So you might know his fury.
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See shells whistle,
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Let your mind drift away.
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See shells whistle,
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Let yourself hide away.
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Men walking tall
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Looking so small.
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Green trees of life disappearing.
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Mouthing the sounds.
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Face clowning the frowns
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Black the lips of command.
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Torn in the heart.
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You're playing the part
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Courage it is so demanding
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Loud brass in bands.
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Marching through lands.
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Life snatching hand is near.
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Heaven's army falls upon.
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The skirts of Mother Earth and then flies skywards.
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Twisting wings through the air
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Lift the souls,
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So you might know his fury.
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See shells whistle,
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Let your mind drift away.
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See shells whistle,
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Let yourself hide away.
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Dressed in white silk of rain
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You marry the pain.
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As you kneel in a Church of bright steel
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A new morning arrives.
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You share the same skies.
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Umbrella-ring a land full of peace
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As the memory fades
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On the edge of a blade.
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You'll return you 're sure that you will.
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From the frame in your hand
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A smile expands.
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Hangs from a thread of glass tears.
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PRIVATE SORROW
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| Pretty Things |
