Angels sway, angels sway from the perch of today
Never being still at the sound of wind
Or the hesitation of crooked fingers climbing up your spine
No today is fine
No today is fine
And there is no one sad
The wings are white your wings are white
Believing in the end of the cold
The end of the old
And the end of everything in-between
I want it to be like
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