That day Pieces of the sky fell to the earth The passions of men were dragged in the soil Trust become an unwelcome friend The wings of every bird dissolved in the air There were no fruits after the flowers- and thorns had great power Snow was ash from the battle of angels There was no hope to spark the engines So they walked or sat in their dungeons Waiting on the oil of freedom - and a glory to unravel
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BEL 