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Onward each one we pass, evolve under the glass

So broken winged angel

I flounder at your side

Fix my feathered limb

to soar again in pride

Take you on your path

Instead of soar to heights of fancy

tend your fragile heart

encased as you wrestle with your rancid

thoughts that hope has no meaning

Spirit flames and smoulders

as on your lap I’m leaning

Lift you, cradle your arms around me

together we’ll tread the pilgrims path

warm in the knowledge

that all is good

define the time

of succour

peace will unfold


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