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Don't you wish, my darling
To be up there with the stars
For this life you live on the ground
Will only weigh you down
Your wings are clipped and groomed
And gravity wins again
Wouldn't things be better if you were up there with the clouds?
So come and join my circus
And play with us at night
Your beauty gives us smiles
And your heart is made of light
Our train will leave at dawn
If you'd like to come along
We are angels, my dear
But devils when we hide
Our tent is made of ink
And our dancers made with stars
You would fit right in among them
For they too are scared to fly
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About the Creator
Suri Grey
Do I have too many stories to tell? Maybe. Will anyone read them? Maybe not. Will I tell them anyway? Absolutely.
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