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The

Angels hover above in hysterical
What has here?
Spectators they gather this cadaver
They shriek in great

The
Heaven us all, every one of us
The realization that all is could fall
How could this be?

From mute to rhetorical strife
Grief contorts all
Their savior has fallen way down from the
Forced to wear the

Tragedy--the slow figures knew
Mourn the dead -- for there is we can do

He lies there dead
Defiled in
troubled skies
Angels mourn no restrain

Tragedy--the moving figures knew
Mourn the dead--for is nothing we can do