Warner Baxter

Where Angels Charm






Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
sleeping in a box so we don't rust
saving spirits the angels dream
selling souls the demons scream

the dragon's tears and angel's breath
bonds spirit, soul and life over death
with halo hat and angel arms
take me to where angels charm

east of the sun and west of the moon
where cherubs float and stars are strewn

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