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Empty fields in the dim afternoon,
Squeaking swings like crying shouts.
Blackbirds rise from the rusted plow,
As rain gives way and light pours down,

Squeaking swings like crying shouts.
An angel appears before my soul.
Blackbirds rise from the rusted plow
Something breaks within my cage

An angel appears before my soul
Calling out in soundless voice
Something breaks within my cage
And I am free from eternal burden

Calling out in soundless voice
I fly into her wide spread arms
And I am free from eternal burden
Leaving empty fields in the dim afternoon





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