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The beauty of it all
Floating in the deep sea
Angel above her head
Summer turns to winter
Seasons makes it's bed
City of the sleeping
Children of the damned
No salvation found here
Death will take your hand
But she's just standing there
With feet in beach sand
No one sees what she sees
No one understands
The beauty of it all
The rise and the fall
Building you up
Only to break you down
Hear the final sound
Pumping round after round
Angel above her head
Summer turns to winter
Seasons makes it's bed
City of the sleeping
Children of the damned
No salvation found here
Death will take your hand
But she's just standing there
With feet in beach sand
No one sees what she sees
No one understands
The beauty of it all
The rise and the fall
Building you up
Only to break you down
Hear the final sound
Pumping round after round
Published 28th Apr 2016
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