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Fly down, magpie, to my arms
And sing your songs about the stars
And when you're done, just be a bird
There's nothing else, just be a bird
And rest your song against the night
And close your eyes. Put out the light
Your stars blew out without a word
Leave all alone to be a bird

Fall with your God. Let this hymn come help your fall
And let all those who judge you, let all who condemn, be still

Brush your dust off from your heart
And never let it fall apart
I read the past across your wing
Tatooed names of nameless kings

Fall with your God. Let this hymn come help your fall
And let all those who judge you, let all who condemn, be still

Is the last waiting room
And this is the last waiting room
This is the last waiting room
This is the last waiting room
And this is the last waiting room
And this is the last waiting room for us

So, fall with your God. Let this hymn come help your fall
And let all those judge you, let all who condemn, be still

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