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- Where did my, black wings go?
- Clipped by a stone, standing alone.
- Stoic on a mountain's top, by the edges drop - amidst a storm, a cyclone.
- She's only seen at night, under a candles glow.
- Where did her, black wings go?
- Her heart flew away, her soul, untouched.
- Where do we hide for her to be clutched?
- Perhaps in the black smoke's maraud, we wait, lay low.
- Where she is, we will not know -
- until the candle starts to glow.
- We will sit and wait, forever more -
- in hopes to see her at least once more.
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