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tears roll down my cheeks,
i haven't talked to you in weeks,
a cold wind begins to blow,
it starts to snow,
I look to the sky and smile,
dancing about I sing the sweet song of death,
the foot steps in the snow start to fade away,
forgotten memories,
with my wings spread wide,
I try to fly,
chains around my arms and legs,
for in this world I shall not be,
for this last wish please set me free,
I'm forever bound to this unforgivable land,
in my time of need I ask for mercy and touch your hand.



(alright I'll probably come back to this and fix the lame beginning and add a few things to it etc. plz leave a comment of what you think of this or what it makes you think of, or how it makes you feel)