Vacant Seats At My Last Requiem
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Sorry Angel
You, the Son of the Morning
Below the Sun
Who fell like Icarus
Who went against the forewarning
Below the Father
Who fell with a chorus
Without the Sun
Wings melted in fire and mourning
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