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Feathers
I walk on this shore
Where angels have walked before
Collecting feathers that fell from their wings
I hold them in my hands
So God will understand
The comfort that it brings
I'm afraid to die
So I'll pretend to fly
With feathers that I own
I go back in time
Nothing but you I find
Memories are like stones
They only hurt when you crash on them alone
Where angels have walked before
Collecting feathers that fell from their wings
I hold them in my hands
So God will understand
The comfort that it brings
I'm afraid to die
So I'll pretend to fly
With feathers that I own
I go back in time
Nothing but you I find
Memories are like stones
They only hurt when you crash on them alone
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