[Catchy Artcore Instrumental intro] [Verse 1] Clad in snow, an angel they claim, Through the frost, his nose drips a river red, Not a helplessness, but a quiet frame, Under a sky of wires, a sorrowful head. [build-up] [shakuhachi solo] [Chorus] People drawn to his mournful sight, Hoping to touch, to feel his benevolence, But approaching tints fright, And with barks, the quiet space breaks. [shakuhachi solo] [drop] [Verse 2] The earth pricks up its ears, to the wind's soft command, Where ashes swirl? No, it's the touch of a divine hand. Gentle whispers in the toona, the world turns to listen, In the hush, a sacred message, see how the horizons glisten. [shakuhachi solo] [drop] [Chorus] People drawn to his mournful sight, Hoping to touch, to feel his benevolence, But approaching tints fright, And with barks, the quiet space breaks. [shakuhachi solo] [drop] [Outro] A path gleams, his figure tall and tight, Basement secrets, cries in the night, My hands numb, in the cold's fierce bite, His leaving, a sorrowful flight. [end]
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