Time past, as trees grow old
I strongly hold,
On this story unfold
As it was 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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