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Boyd wears black he talks of death
but all his faces spell out light's on the roof
he's kissing a rose
a blooddrop comes from the heart of her life
something hangs above there in the skies
something hovers above his brown hair
life without us in the background of light
and the birds don't sing
when the curtain snaps
Anita's in Ireland
she's falling over rocks
stars of the sky stars of the pain
and all stars meet in a falling star
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