I fell low from a high sky,
I no longer know how to fly,
I don't know much things,
Oh, how I wish someone would fix my broken wings;
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Broken Wings
I fell low from a high sky,
I no longer know how to fly,
I don't know much things,
Oh, how I wish someone would fix my broken wings;
