They catch the wind and I soar away never to return
But I go to high and hit the sun and they begin to char and burn
A glittering display they are of crimson brown and gold
A beautiful fireball upon my sholders but no longer can they hold
I tumble back unto th earth a glorious meteor in the sky
And even though this journey will be the end never shall die
For even though they are broken and badly torn
From the ashes of my feathers will I always be reborn
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