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Angel, close your eyes
People tell us lies
Lies are all they know
Eyes recall halos
They won't believe us
They don't understand
The flower grows out of the hand
They can't come between us
And our summer land
People don't understand
Angel grows from the man
Man grows from himself
Into something else
They won't believe us
They don't understand
The flower grows out of the hand
They can't come between us
And our summer land
