Wing
Though a prolonged hush and bush of yearn
somebody done, makes it possible in
turn.
This is the sound of life, the sound of victory
Do not lose in the bend; Stunned
In run.
Those who, don't have the experience of whiling
how could they sing the humanity to their
wing!
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