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A warm winters bed She lived in a thousand mirrors Borrowing the light She lived in a warm winters bed ..

I was an Archangel I was an Archangel With a hand in the massacres and a hand with god I was an archan..

The only heart Come whisper down this drain Till all is quiet and all clouds weep Whisper don’t r..

The Ripe and riches I brought you here to wonder To bellow and to cry Among the ripe and riches Below ..

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