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What heals our snowblind weary eyes
When all start are slain by fiery skies
And every word upon your spiraling cross
Is but a mislead sun, a bitter loss
Inject us out of here
All I asked for was a little love
But from my hands flew the maiden dove
While clouds like cotton snowwhite sheep
Still calm beside their shepherd sleep
Inject us out of here
