Release the Swallows

Prepare Your forest fire

And the dawn is close

With gaze and grace

Of a falling star

 

There is joy

And there is pain

More and more

We gain and gain

 

Wasting none

Of our love

Till we are bruised

Our skin and hearts

 

Terrifying skyline

Blue and jagged corpse

The cities teeth and underneath

We're buried with the lease

 

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