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Morning wing
Sparrows crowned are diving away from from the flash
The gold leaves
The same old. Light seems unlikely to still the mire
Maybe, can you take it all
Some will land for the metal sight and letter
The care taken to hide the morning wing
Away from the flash
The gold leaves
Then some will land
Names of the sirens
An old pair of names
Count the parts hold to art of cold
In spite of warning fire
When I'm caught in two
How am I to hold the sirens
Wave to silent call and wait to you
Count the pairing storm of warning fire
When I'm caught in two
