I wish I could fly off,

To a place where nobody can reach me.

To the rocky cliff where I would perch

And see the world below in grief.

As the sun sets and the night mists rise up,

The wolves howl and the owls hoot up,

I’ll raise my head then and flutter my wings round

Red and yellow sparks below the moonlight.

I’ll rise from the ashes again!

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