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The warning call sounds I dust off my wings The cries grow ever louder I gather my wits Better to be present after all When the lightning hits It strikes fiercely Burning my coat The white becomes tainted Not yet, my soul stands tall It has seen the storm before Basked in its wake While it plotted, for a new family to take I fan my white wings Chaos still rings It has been so long Since I was able to sing Able to fly and be free As free as I wish to be One day, I'll be free from the storm Live my life in all its glory For now, I keep my calm Lead the hoards apart As I wish, they had never start
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Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 1:13 AM UTC
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The warning call sounds I dust off my wings The cries grow ever louder I gather my wits Better to be present after all When the lightning hits It strikes fiercely Burning my coat The white becomes tainted Not yet, my soul stands tall It has seen the storm before Basked in its wake While it plotted, for a new family to take I fan my white wings Chaos still rings It has been so long Since I was able to sing Able to fly and be free As free as I wish to be One day, I'll be free from the storm Live my life in all its glory For now, I keep my calm Lead the hoards apart As I wish, they had never start
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Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 1:13 AM UTC
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