Within these walls
I decipher
The ember of illusions
Yearn, for the dream that will prevail
Oh, all the tears and all the thorns
Where chanting angels dance
With feathers so darkly grey
When daylight brings it’s glare
They swiftly move away
Yearn, for the dream that will prevail
For all the tears and all these thorns
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