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Like the wings stolen from an angel
Like petals gone from a rose
Like a dove caught in a storm
Tonight he’s in the lord’s arms
The wind it blew straight through us
And whispered to me in tongues
I was told I was wrong
Tonight he would be in the lord’s arms
Tonight he is in the lord’s arms
So I drink this wine to him
With each glass, a memory
He left with his crown of thornes
Tonight he’s in the lord’s arms
Tonight he’s in the lord’s arms
Tonight he’s in the lord’s arms
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