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Fall in flight, the view could kill Just the ground to break your fall Trading places only when The sound of your wings quiet the night So haste the day we waste away like you And though the pain has left your chest It seems it was transferred to the rest of us who stayed (and lived to see another day) So haste the day we waste away like you So we don’t remain the only ones Left broken staring at the sun Is this the day? (we’re given wings to fly away) These returns are worth the risk Punishment for the terminal cases Glancing at an empty shell The swarming of your absence is scarring We wrote our names into the pavement And made the best of what was dealt We bet it all and came up empty Perhaps we never tried enough But on the way we made a killing With all the wealth we could not count I’ll scream to both the grandest angels Who got their wings four months apart
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