Why can I not be the lark ascending?
Wings that glide on strings a-singing.
Swoop and soar devoid of care;
Nimble dart, slice through air.
Lose me as a feather in space;
Gone forever - to that other place.
Becomes a shadow painted in kind,
Remnants only in passing mind.
Why can I not be the lark ascending?
Wings glide free leaving strings a-singing.
Wings that glide on strings a-singing.
Swoop and soar devoid of care;
Nimble dart, slice through air.
Lose me as a feather in space;
Gone forever - to that other place.
Becomes a shadow painted in kind,
Remnants only in passing mind.
Why can I not be the lark ascending?
Wings glide free leaving strings a-singing.
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