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Mar 2010
These tears were never meant for
The ground beneath the angels' smiles
Nature's essence turns to gray
Goodbye again sweet colors
And the sounds won't ever be the same
The Bible may tell lies
Night's sky once more one's savior
Now to learn the word the heavenly choirs heard
Hallelujah my love
For love is all but dead
Written by
Juval Pryce
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