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The Wings of Life

The wings of life grow old

And I cannot fly like I used to do

When I was young and bold

 

Time is now like a distant summer’s glow

And I long for those summers

That once I used to know

 

Of course, there are still those sunny days

When I pull on my wings and fly,

When I rise up towards the sun and feel her rays

 

But one fine day I’ll rise up and fly so very high

And drop down so very fast

And life will end with a clarion call, not a sigh

life

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