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Strife Angel Wings

Angel wings carry me Show me the things I can't see Why am I here at all Angels sing Comfort me Help to end this suffering Why am I here at all In this

plaintive ring, And ever over its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing. Yet with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long; Beneath the Angel

to life, the birds of all the humble dreams, illumination filling strife, I'm a costume Blowing kisses, the paint of all so little faith, I want to be your esil, the wings

that rain or are they tears? That stained your concrete face for years Crying, weeping, shedding strife Year after year, life after life A narrow freshly broken ground A concrete angel

gracious King? The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing Yet with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long Beneath the angel

'S A RAP GROUP! [Mom] Well I'll leave these here and eat them if you... [Jorma] FINE! [Andy] GO TO HELL, MOM! She's an angel on earth with invisible wings

sin and strife The world has suffered long Beneath the blessed angel strain have rolled Two thousand years of wrong O hush the noise ye men of strife

Winged Black Creatures slew the angels (up so) high. To build the Hall of Battle and to live in Eternal Strife Flittermice come forth from the

him right up to stardom on the wings of the great speckled bird. Hank Thomson is a country music legend He sang western swing and songs of grief and strife