My Dying Bride For My Fallen Angel Lyrics

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As I draw up my breath
And silver fills my eyes
I kiss her still
For she will never rise

On my weak body
Lays her dying hand
Through those meadows of Heaven
Where we ran

Like a thief in the night
The wind blows so light
It wars with my tears
That won't dry for many years

Loves golden arrow
At her should have fled
And not Death's bone dart
To strike her dead

Written by: Aaron Stainthorpe, Adrian Richard Winfield Jackson, Andrew David Craighan, Calvin Webster Robertshaw, Martin Powell, Richard Dominic Miah
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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