Alone hand reaches toward the fire
The urns are steel and marble cold
Angelique tomorrow will avoid you
Cut your hair of then you cut his throat
The urns are steel and marble cold
Angelique tomorrow will avoid you
Cut your hair of then you cut his throat
Finding me tattered
Lifting me like a flower
All eyes look for you
You took your love away
All signs read your name
You took your life away
Finding me tattered
Lifting me like a flower
Soul father he has no color
What's in a name wings on heaven
White robes that fall graceful
Angelique many tried to second guess
The wisdom of your choice
Was it in vain if you'd seen him
With my eyes you would know
Eyes so clear skin of water
Love from heaven couldn't let him go
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