Soft feathered wings, Glow white before thee, May be thine light To set you free. - Bright wide-spread wings Display their power In honest glory In final hour. - Small humble wings Do wrap around thee, In simple form, On bended knee. - Red tattered wings Blood flowing freely It saves your soul, But breaks your heart. - Then final wings Of strength to lift thee Far from the pain At living's end.
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