Sail the winds, oh, higher birds
Lose no trail in the atmosphere
Sing aloud, summon angels here
Flirt the skies and marry the clouds
Enchant in the flight of time and when it drops you to fall,
Toughen to save your thrill
Old days may turn to hay
'Adios', to bile times, you must say
From the grounds, design your wings
Let them grow to defy gravity from the twigs.
Your soul, your essence, never trade
Wings of time shall deliver your lion's share
And, your bolder patience mustn't fade
Keep in mind, that you are an angel so rare
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