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Strife Angel Wings

plaintive ring, And ever over its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing. Yet with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long; Beneath the Angel

rain or are they tears? That stained your concrete face for years Crying, weeping, shedding strife Year after year, life after life A narrow freshly broken ground A concrete angel

; 'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings, in Nineteen-Fifty-Nine. Wisdom was a teapot; Pouring from above. Desolation angels Served it up with Love. Ignitin'[g strife

King. The world in solemn stillness lay, To hear the angels sing! Yet with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long, Beneath the angel

twist the mind | Pre: Silver shiny wings bathed in fire Godly weapons speak to break the chains of darkness | Chorus: Angel of mercy won't you spread your wings

plaintive ring, And ever over its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing. Yet with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long; Beneath the Angel

to life, the birds of all the humble dreams, illumination filling strife, I'm a costume Blowing kisses, the paint of all so little faith, I want to be your esil, the wings

that rain or are they tears? That stained your concrete face for years Crying, weeping, shedding strife Year after year, life after life A narrow freshly broken ground A concrete angel

gracious King? The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing Yet with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long Beneath the angel