Smoke on, my Dear, when Life goes on&on&on&on&out
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Drink on, my Friend, the Things you hold foul anyway
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Fix on, my Love, you won't miss anything in there
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Stare on and watch the absurd Meaning of this all.
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Being just a Mirror for the others wistful Thoughts
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Listening to the Garbage of a Trillion emptied Hearts
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Understanding without being understood at all
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& shine, reflect some little Pearls to console
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& stand, inspect, because Angels never fall.
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Dead like an Angel - and Life goes on&on&on&on&out
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Flee on, sweet Girl, into Delusion's sheltering Veils
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Drown on & turn, just Fools behold the Spark divine
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Now say Goodbye, hide on and choke all Love that binds.
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Being just a flaming Light to warm up other Souls
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And their Sins they will forget beneath the deepblue Coat
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Leading like a Candle until all is burned away
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& burn & smile 'cause Angels don't cry
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& drag away 'cause Humans can't fly.
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Being just a Windstring-Child so restless drawn to Storms
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Death grins out from every Pore to guide us People home
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Eyes so sharp and lucid penetrate each hidden Thought
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Wings of Freedom bought with Chaos in the Shop of God.
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Dead Like An Angel
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