11.Alate Ardor
It's cold and we both feel it
My back is soiled with want
I hear it tear, bursting from loneliness
The winds are stale, from wasting our lives
In skies I fly up to you
Goodbye all we thought we knew
Farewell all we hate
The bodies have joined the alate
Ardor
It's cold so we are careful
In time so easy to fade
These dreams we have, why are they dreadful fears
The gales will sing and carry them from
It's cold waiting for breezes
So frail from carrying dread
A running start ends in a muddy pool
But dirt blind eyes see you and then
Ardor
Please give me wings
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