O I'm as old and weary as a grey angel.
My carefree, winged, white innocence is forever
Dragged down by earthbound prisons,
And darkened by time and painful experience.
Once I followed the roaring ways of the sun, now
I can only observe the saddest of twilights.
No longer will my senses stream free in clear skies.
For my heart is broken, and my soul is frozen.
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