This Cliff
I stand on
This cliff
Alone
Wishing, wishing
To fly
Away
I can't
For
Someone has
Clipped
My wings
I am glad
Though
For me my
Angel
Has flown
Far
Away
Alone
I stand
On this cliff
I step
Forward
Into
Blessed black
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