Restless nigths
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The angels won’t set themselves on fire for us anymore
There goes the last falling star.
There’ll be no more wishes to make.
And there’s no more hearts to break.
The angels has just flown away.
They left with a fire-burned wing.
We have now broken the ring.
There isn’t any ‘we’ anymore.
And there’s no angels to blame.
It was we that extinguished the flame.
