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    Black angels spread their wings
    And they swallow the sky
    Carry my ghost to a hiding place
    From cellophane smiles
    And halos of barbwire

    Fly me far from everything
    From everyone and
    Fly me away from myself

    Tears of the crying Sun
    Like despair on the wing
    Swirl through the gray
    like a cauldron achurn
    For the Winter sky
    Cry for the crows on the wire
    For they fly no more

    Take me far from everything
    Everyone and
    Take me away from myself

    Far from you
    Take me away from myself
    Away from you

    Silent like the January mist of morn
    Skies adorned
    Dressed in shadows dancing with the failing wind

    But it's too late now
    Too late now
    Way too late
    Too late
    To make up for everything
    Way too late
    Too late
    For taking back anything
    Way too late
    Too late
    To cry for you
    Way too late
    Too late
    To cry for myself

    Black as the deepest night
    As you fly on your way
    Fly to my dreams
    As you glide on the wings of my memory
    Don't know where you're going
    But please take me anyway

    Take me far from everyone
    And bid them all farewell
    Take me far away from here
    If you could only
    Take me away from myself

    Far from you
    Take me away from myself
    Away from you

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