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Angels of Gold
The light shines on empty eyes,
Barren fields of barley.
And with each darkened hour I seek,
A way of life and such they speak,
A blossom beneath the thorns and leak,
From my eyes a tear; I cry.
I curse this day for my love sworn,
I feel each way my heart is torn.
Yet why must gold dust become an angel?
I see it clearly in mist dissolved,
In this room it's death by conquest,
A loom to weave our love forlorn.
The moonlight beckons me beyond,
Our patience grace and understanding.
There's yet an eagle in their eyes,
So how have I come to despise,
A kaleidoscope of heaven's lies,
We are but saviours in disguise.
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