teach

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his love made me fly.
I spread my wings and took off for him.
Until he cut them off and made me loose my swing.
he wanted me to fall
that's why he built me up before
to see me break  in his cause
he glanced at me and left with my wings still tied onto him
until somebody would steal them back and teach me how to fly again.

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