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intake, the image of mother stealing from the cradle at dawn, she cries cant you see I would paint the sea, cant you see cant you see cant you see cant you see the scabs she's worn all these years, cling to her like flecks of gold in the night she whispers softly, in the rain I've found a home. whoa oh cant you hear the angels sing? a faded shawl is pulled as loosely as the years across her skin i hear the whispers of the fading ones come look and see come look and see the stains of razors gouging wounds, the broken mirrors, she's left at home i stare at her so honestly, in the flood you're not all alone. whoa cant you hear the angels sing? we will stand all amazed while our mothers are maimed we will stand all amazed we will stand all amazed tonight I'll see that they are not alone. whoa cant you hear the angels sing? down set heaven skies we watch the sin of travesty cant you hear, cant you hear cant you hear the angels sing? From Letras Mania