Unearthly music drifts down the corridors,
Following my footsteps, echoing in my mind,
Can you hear the echo sing,
Can you hear that sound so beautiful.
Up in the sky angels make music,
Such music as would make you cry,
So joyous and sorrowful at the same time,
Their music will never leave you.
Those angels with wings of clouds,
Hover around you, comforting you,
They sing the words, they make the music,
On their harps and their electric guitars.
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