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Wings


I dream of heaven

I dream of the place

where angels sing,

gates are made

of gold, and things

let their wings free.

I dream of a beautiful 

place... Where I could

find peace, but my 

wings are too heavy to

carry me there. So 

until my time... I'll 

just be a thing with wings.

 

 

 

 

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