歌词
Where abouts of the angels
We've been thinking so
With science and devotion
We've been serving and treating them all in our hands
Presence of the angels
We've been mourning so
With music and drawing
We've been serving and treating them
Child waiting to be born
Rainbow longing for the beasts
Thousands of butterflies in game
And every wink on the verge of end
All these resembling angels
Those who saw him
They lost their shape for good
Circles of the angels
We've been tracing so
With reason and perception
We've been serving and treating them
Trees waiting for their fate
Sky fish longing for the birds
Millions of luminance in group
And every wink at the point of birth
All these resembling angels
Those who heard him
They regained their shape again
Child waiting to be born
Rainbow longing for the beasts
Thousands of butterflies in game
And every wink on the verge of end
All these resembling angels
Those who saw him
They lost their shape for good
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