I never said I was angelkin
"a human" sums up the essence of mine
Nevertheless, sometimes a thing under my skin
reminds me of what for my sight is blind:
when I fade away into dreams
and the grim night draws near
or when my heart shudders in fear
and gloom is what the world me brings...
There, on my back, feathers spring
a pair of weighty wings they form
all the sorrows and sores out by them I sing
to wash my pains away as off they fall...
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