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He clasps the crag with crooked hands |
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Deformed from gripping the rock so tight |
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Close to the sun in lonely lands |
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But the wax never melts from his wings |
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Ringed with the azure world he stands |
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Emperor of the sky |
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Lord of the ocean |
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The very image of a king |
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His outstretched feathers overwhelming the sky |
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And his innate pride to lead |
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Suggest power |
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Not modesty |
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But he never kills without consuming |
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And though he is always watchful of his surroundings |
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As he skims the surface |
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I suspect he doesn't realize the panic |
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His shadow induces |
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In the hearts of the creatures underneath |
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The overflowing surge of relief |
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They feel as he revisits |
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His distinguished position on the cliff |
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An immense wall of stone |
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Taking the place of a diamond covered throne |
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A shining ocean instead of a glittering palace |
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To signify his status |
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The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls |
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Tiptoeing past the sentient |
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Piercing eyes |
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He watches from his mountain walls |
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His mind once again boundless in flight |
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And like a thunderbolt he falls |
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Racing heart |
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Never a doubt |
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Or glance behind |
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His outstretched feathers overwhelming the sky |
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And his innate pride to lead |
|
Suggest power |
|
Not modesty |
|
But he never kills without consuming |
|
And though he is always watchful of his surroundings |
|
As he skims the surface |
|
I suspect he doesn't realize the panic |
|
His shadow induces |
|
In the hearts of the creatures underneath |
|
The overflowing surge of relief |
|
They feel as he revisits |
|
His distinguished position on the cliff |
|
An immense wall of stone |
|
Taking the place of a diamond covered throne |
|
A shining ocean instead of a glittering palace |
|
To signify his status |
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Guided by instinct |
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His conscience remains unburdened |
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Never having to reflect within |
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He focuses relentlessly on the outside world |
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He manifests the answer to the oldest mystery |
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The meaning of life |
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Nothing more than just |
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To live |
