The day after the election, he carved a mask.
The day after that, he carved another.
It had never been more than a hobby; a craft passed down to him by his grandfather, who carved and painted all
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Like an angel from the sky
Like a bird on my window
Like a flower in July
On a sunny afternoon
Suddenly you passed me by
And I don’t know what to do
And I don’t know what to try
To be with you very soon
No I won’t tell you no lie
I can’t stop thinking of you
Every time I close my eyes
Under the light of the moon
I wonder if you can fly
Like a bird on my window
Like an angel from the sky
On a sunny afternoon