She's sittin' there again
Atop her favorite perch
Sea of darkness tumbles round
The perch glows
The perch glows
She stares at Sky above
Leaving World below
The cogs they turn inside her skull
And Heaven's born of her
She sprouts wings from her shoulders
And flies off to the sky
Glue drops down from way up high
United with the Sun
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