Three beats of the angel wings under the sky,
seven find the dead hearts in their cage of bone,
those which Mortal Man told goodbye.
One sends the grey bird to the damp ground,
in the hearts of broken, under golden eyes.
Grey wings to fool them all, grey wings to find them.
Grey wings to hold them all and in their darkeness, mind them.
In the Land of Derpy, where the Dreamers cry.