Final wing
Six organs of admittance
You lost
Your final wing
Never to grow back again
No change
No change from the dirt
To the sun
And wallowing back again
Claim time
From the wounds ripped in the sky
Hold place
In the great wide field
Where no god
Knows just how we feel
Where no god
Knows just how we feel
Your final wing
Never to grow back again
No change
No change from the dirt
To the sun
And wallowing back again
Claim time
From the wounds ripped in the sky
Hold place
In the great wide field
Where no god
Knows just how we feel
Where no god
Knows just how we feel
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