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The wings were as white as snow.
The boy so innocent and pure.
The boy wants to fly with those beautiful wings he
knows he has.
He wants to.
He yearns to.
He wants to fly free.
But he can't.
"Why," you ask?
If you really want to know...
It's
Because
They're
Clipped.

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