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We are weary,/The angels of heaven,/And I cannot tell you/How hollow I feel./It's/the/Trial of the Angels/As my heart rips out, free/It's/ the/Trial of the Angels/The love of my life/Moves beyond/Me/And I cannot cry out,/For there's no one to hear them/No one to care for the cries of despair/Mourn with the angels/Their trials attack them/So desperate/So longing/And crying for peace/We are tired,/The Angels of heaven,/And I cannot tell you/How broken I feel/It's the trials of/My angels and I/As we scream/As we suffer/As we prepare/To die. |
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