Past the Tree of Smoke
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David


From Dylan's Angelina:

 

I see pieces of men marching, tryin' to take heaven by force
I can see the unknown rider, I can see the pale white horse
In God's truth, name, tell me what you want and you'll have   it of course - just step into the arena

Beat a path of retreat up them spiral staircases
Pass the tree of smoke, pass the angel with four faces
Begging god for mercy and weeping in unholy places
         Angelina