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Wings of the Falling Stars

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Wings of the falling stars Carrying me through the dark Every shimmer in the sky Becomes a fire in my heart In the stillness of the void I can feel the rhythm start Wings of the falling stars Lift me gently from the dark

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Wings of the Falling Stars

Pétur Söebech Quinn

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Pétur Söebech QuinnWings of the Falling Stars. Machine-transcribed; use the interactive transcript above to jump the player to any line.

So flying, falling through the silence. Stars descend like whisper dreams. I feel the wings begin to shimmer in space between extremes. I was drifting through the shadows where the echoes never fade. Now the sky begins to open and the stars begin to braid every heart. The heart, he pulls me upward every breath becomes a flame and the wings of falling starlight start to whisper out my name. I was waiting for the signal in the quiet of the night. Now the wings begin to shimmer and the stars begin to ride.

The wings of the falling stars carry me through the door every shimmer in the sky becomes a fire in my heart in the stillness of the void. I could feel the rhythm star wings of the falling stars lift me gently from the door. The wings of the falling stars

Lift me gently from the door. The wings of the falling stars lift me gently from the door every shimmer in the sky becomes a flame and the wings of the falling stars begin to sing in the wings of folding star lines wrap me in that golden ray every heartbeat is a sunrise every breath becomes a spark in the wings of falling starlight. The wings of the falling stars carry me through the door every shimmer in the sky becomes a fire in my heart in the stillness of the void.

I could feel the rhythm star wings of the falling stars lift me gently from the door. Let the strings ignite the silence let the choir breathe the flame let the stars become the rhythm of a world without a name. I am rising through the moment I am glowing in the sound wings of falling stars surround me lifting gently from the ground.

The wings of the falling stars lift me gently from the door. I am rising through the moment I am glowing in the sound wings of the falling stars.

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