With wings of gold,
I touch the light,
What a joy to feel so high
Yet, gliding above,
My darkest fears,
I still hear the others cry
It is only when,
I feel their pain,
I shed my wings of gold
Somehow I find a greater peace,
Standing with them in the cold
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