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My wings are folded,
As I sit & watch the dawn
My heart grows colder
As I grow older
& I don’t know where to run
Words through these ages,
Pages I’ve turned
So much I’ve wondered
This much I’ve learned;
The words we speak are failing,
Every heart is tired, every mind ailing
Copyright © Julie Forbush | Year Posted 2005
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