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Wings The hours are but numbered few As lifetime ebbs toward final shores. One chance to have this presence known, Fast etched, forevermore. Take wing, to soar as eagles do And stretch the bonds that hold tight reined. Lest shadows capture wisps of light That mark thee brightly stained. Embark sweet dreams as wishes made with eyes closed On flames of birthdays past. Fear not such dreams shall lose full speed Nor slip from halting grasp. Go forth with resolution made While beacon's flame burns steadfast still. For time waits not, nor dares to slow, Nor bends to every will. |
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