To lay a field 'o' green grass, A gaze to heaven, to wait alas, A sky, once blue, blemish free, Now clouds look back , gaze at me. To stand amoung those clouds on high, A dream each night, makes one sigh. My wings are gone, til end is near, To sit beside my father's chair. So lie here on the grass once green, To those clouds, can I be seen?
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