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