Oh come, my stone angel,
Pray spread your mighty wings,
When howling wind dies to a whistle,
And turn all gloom into spring.
Speak to me, my silent protector,
Your icy gaze cuts my heart,
What do I do to make you alive?
Shall I wet your lips with the rain?
Come back, my angel of dark and light,
I hear you weep in this muted stone,
Unfold your wings into the Stygian night,
End this heart and its anguished moan.
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