His crazy frame against the dawn
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His hungry leap and ragged fall
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A suicidal perch is now laid bare
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To searching eyes and empty stares
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A fearful silence hits the crowd
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The air hangs heavy with the sound
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Of useless wings against the morning sky
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As paper yields before their eyes
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Oh, can you see him now?
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A broken man without a dream
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Oh, can you hear him now?
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A futile laugh above the screams
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Paper Wings
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| Barclay James Harvest |
