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Fire slowly burns my wings,
I struggle to stay in the sky,
The more I flap the worse it gets
But I shall continue to fly..

Tired, painful, slow and grim,
I refuse to drop down and die.
My tiny disappearing whim,
Yes, I shall continue to fly..

Alas the flames have snuffed right out,
As I now commence to rise,
Victory is mine, yes without doubt,
Good things come to you when you try,

Hence why, I’ll continue to fly…

This poem was written/submitted by Zafarra~.

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