Wise Men

In the desert where the stars are playing And constellations grow in life Long ago, three kings had out To follow how peculiar I knew What did they see up in the sky?

That made them take me a third hand And Perry gives on camo man Over years of endless sleep Through cloudless days, The black bloodless nights The bells upon the gallery And the wind playing on rips of sand Must be the voices of angels singing

Go to the ground, He's left in the air No further man, a modest town Thank you, since I caught you Black smoke, I hit the stars tonight The mines explode and the golden sand

Underground black windows fall And I've been friends, the poppies fall Gold tea round is locked in hell Never for the man upon his tail Thank you, Jesus, for God in love.

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