Imagine, imagine
That things were different
That the rain was the tears of angels
And the thunder was their screams
Their wings are that of a dove's pride
And their eyes a purest ocean's tide
Just imagine the angels flying above us
Their tears falling upon our heads
Imagine their voices rising in bird's song
And their skin is the palest porcelain
The tips of their fingers touch like feathers
And their footsteps linger like whispers
Imagine, imagine
That angels were real
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