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• Artiste: Thrice
• Titre: Silver Wings
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From tender years you took me for granted, But still I deigned to wander through your lungs. While you were sleeping soundly in your bed, (Your drapes were silver wings, your shutters flung) I drew the poison from the summer's sting, And eased the fire out of your fevered skin. I mored in you and stirred your soul to sing; And if you'd let me I would more again. I've danced 'tween sunlit strands of lover's hair; Helped form the final words before your death. I've pitied you and plied your sails with air; Gave blessing when you rose upon my breath. And after all off this I am amazed, That I am cursed far more than I am praised.