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Featherwings,
growing up behind the shoulders...
Praisin' in
all the weight of human borders!
Growin' up from the base
to the top of the world
All the women, all the men
creatures of my Lord!
Featherwings, growing up behind the shoulders...
Just embrace without rejection -
it's all divine.
That's a fire of immolation
of humankind.
When the soul is resurrecting
from the ashes unfold,
That's a needle, that's a suede
she leads and holds
Featherwings, growing up behind the shoulders...
Featherwings
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