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Learn To Fly
Can you feel it burning, crumbling softly in your hands?
The love you have not given
The way in which you stand.
Oh can you feel it fading, the life you wish to lead?
All scattered bout and broken
Like so many autumn leaves
If you think the lights are dimming, dying gently where they fall
That the roses have all wilted
And that life itself is cruel.
Then you have wound your weary way far from the beaten track.
And its my solemn promise that I’ll reel you in right back.
Its not our way to mourn the loss of life or soul or limb.
But to stagger up...