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Rusty Haloes
cherubs with broken wings the wind blows through their faces I opened my mind to sing their eyes grow colder still angels that cannot sing fly to greet the freed pale faces of martyrs sting hold hands in the clouds waiting for the night to dawn their words cling to our sorrows when depths in days are gone guilt dulls their rusty haloes across their heartstrings they sing out of tune huddled around they cling in the pouring rain like snowflakes in the spring the silence fades away their screams begin to ring deafening the ashes From Letras Mania