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Dreams
Inconsistent angel things
Horses bred with star-laced wings
But it's so hard to make them fly, fly, fly
These wings
Beat the night sky 'bove the town
One goes up and one goes down
And so the chariot hits the ground, bound, bound
We have forgotten (don't try to make me fly)
How it used to be (I'll stay here, I'll be fine)
