Love was divine and sacred I was told,
I believed love would bring me happiness.
Tattered and torn, beyond my wildest imaginations,
Broken wings are what love gave to me when it left.
No more can I soar through beautiful clouds,
Frolic amongst those whispering flowers no longer can I.
Will you, pick me up, please, from these ruins,
Fix those broken wings and help me fly again.
Let me believe in the miracles of love one last time.
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