The bad omen
O Friend! Why thee lost and down?
Let thy wings strong and touch sky
Like Friends in winds dance
What is gained is lost here soon
So let thy fly embrace heights
At every step that aches be settled
Before thy soul be ruined, fly
Nothing to be endured, that attracts
And from far these beauties catch
But in merging lost and avoid
Thy abode in winds lies,
Fly high, leave, leave.
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