Time past, as trees grow old,
I strongly hold
On this story unfold,
As it started one evening of cold.
I saw you in vain,
With a long breath, you're in pain
How pathetic, for you to drain
The strength your holding in.
I cried, for I can't take
To see you ready to break
All of these I seek
Is for you to recover from sick.
But you are not permitted
To live as requested,
You fly in nowhere,
Where I can't see you forever in clear!
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