A wounded eagle pears through the fog for a perch,
yet the mist and gray skies yield no solitude.
A tear accompanies his peaceful ascent.
He flies to heaven, but his tear forever stains the land.
A wounded eagle pears through the fog for a perch, yet the mist and gray skies yield no solitude. A tear accompanies his peaceful ascent. He flies to heaven, but his tear forever stains the land. |
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