I feel it never ends
We've got so many faces
We just can't do without
Falling into pieces
The burnt-winged never land
They go straight into heaven
And surely God will ask them
Why they let this happen
Yet once the bits and pieces form again a new me
Timeless feathery sounds will draw their colours on me
Don't mind the gap:
What needs to fall
That will fall under
And sure the purest flower will survive the thunder
So you find her
It never ends
I feel it never ends
We got so many faces
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