Early wings she got
And she was afraid not
Going from east to west to fly
On her way she said the lie
Those wings were soft at the start
She flew aghast all real fast.
But they caught fire
The wings! yes they caught fire
And got burnt all the sophaire
Melted her in the ice land wave
Numb cold enstranged..she met her grave..
And she chirped the last line and sang in those shallows..
I will drown to in the water to erase the fire from the wings..and either way will flee to God...
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