When the angels have flown
and the wicked world sleeps
Light breaks the darkness
as dawn silently creeps
Echos of whispers
and thoughts do deceive
making claims on your sanity
you're too quick to believe
your lost hope, and lost love
if you should look you would find
that what you thought gone
was just a moment behind
The whispers and lies
telling you to despair
will all fade and disperse
like smoke through the air
if you hold onto the memory
of that one gentle kiss
and remember his words
that linger on your lips
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