Death of an angel
So beautiful to me
Shattered pieces fall to earth
Time can never heal
The story is over now
All points have been made
But when you hold out your hand
I don't see a thing
You can reach for the stars
But take what you get here
Was last December and all was milky white
Came December again and all is black
With hands to our mouths
We need food to live
But it's poison's nature to kill
If we choose to swallow
You can reach for the stars
But take what you get here
So far
So deep
So deep it burns
I burn
Until I cry
Death of ...
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