Wings

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The wings of life were wrapped around me tight when I was young.
I'm older now and those wings are losing their grip.
My wings have been beaten and broken, they're falling apart.
As I go on my wings are fighting to hold on, but soon they'll let go and I'll be gone.
It's a struggle to keep my faltering wings wrapped around me everyday.
I fear that soon they'll be lost forever.

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