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There is a most beautiful thing That breaths and sighs and shatters my wings
I find the dashing so sensatory And I fall down like into a quarry
A hare am I, with flashes of speed I drive and flee with fear and with need
And the beautiful thing that shatters my wings Shatters it with caressing the seed
Diaphanous bonds o'er flow from within And I am embittered by the wages of sin
I see them laid out as a path of blood Spilled on the ground in horrific flood
I tremble with fear, this story, this dread Consumes my soul, My stomach has fled
The dreams and the wings, shattered and lost I fear they'll again be consumed with ***
I pull on the weight, To stay insane The art and the faith are bound by this game
The stakes are mine, and the loss so sweet But with all that's gone it makes me weak