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The Fallen

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The Fallen

I once dreamed of flying so high
Not a single person can reach me though they still try
I thought that no can fly as high as me
And that I was born for this destiny
A fool yes a fool I really am
Flying so mighty as I look down at them
Not knowing that time will come that my wings would be broken
And I who held the crown would be called a fallen
This, this is the past that kept hunting me
As I tried to escape from the humility
And kept on hoping that this is not the reality

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