Wings

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When the world is getting quiet
When fate cuts its final strings
And I can fly no longer
Give someone else my wings

As I take my final breath
And a tear filled chorus rings
Let broken hearts fly once again
Give someone else my wings

In the air around us
The cry of the sick and injured rings
But together we can stop this,
For as we die
We can pass on our wings

In the air around usThe cry of the sick and injured ringsBut together we can stop this,For as we dieWe can pass on our wings

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