Fallen angel lying near
Thy white robe hath turned grey
Thy halo hath burnt out
With thy feathers on display

Fallen angel lying near
Thy skin hath lost its glow
Thy eyes hath lost a sparkle
Hands reach up from below

Fallen angel lying near
Dirt doth kiss your face
Thy time is soon to come
Thee shall feel out of place

Fallen angel lying near
Where do thy terrors lie?
Thee be soundless as the night
But for one small cry

 
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