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With broken wings you’ll learn to fly
To live, to laugh, to learn, to try
Your tarnished halo of fals’d gold
Will shine as bright as the stars so old
With tattered dress of grey and grit
Upon a throne of white you’ll sit
Your knotted hair of hapless grey
Will, in the scented breezes, sway
With cluttered words on a clumsy tongue
You’ll give inspiration to old and young
Your dimming eyes of blue-grey frost
Will entrance the princes and make them lost
With broken wings you’ll learn to fly
To live, to laugh, to learn, to die.
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