Twisted wings

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The twisted wings
Of another lost sole
Drifted threw the night

It was a note the mother saw
Folded in her sons pocket
The words love you echoed the air

It was the twisted wings
Of another lost sole
Who stood before the gate

The unfinished business
As he went to war
Dying for freedom of life





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