Let him stay. Let it stay.
The smell of incense and open pipes.
When the angels come.
To give me wings.
For dreams.
Let it stay. Let it stay.
A smile and a good thought for me.
That I can, that maybe,
I will see again
where the sun replaces the moon.
At the edge of the day.< br/>At the edge of each day.
Let them come, let them come.
Let the silver cymbals sing.
Let someone cover my eyes.
And when I open them again,
let everything be as before.
Let them land by my head.
I see them wave their hands.
And pour out of their beautiful mouths.
All their wrath upon us.
We will find each other again,

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