(These hearts, it is a wax of works, that comes)
Whole and hearted
Somewhere hands on fire
Hail fire, dress the fire
hold the angel
an angel on fire
and burning to escape the cold
Hold her
hands remaining in the dead sea
try and mates
are shining in the darkness
warm my heart
set my hands on fire
hail fire, dress the fire
hold the angel
an angel on fire
and burning to escape the cold

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