Ten Chibi

Aeria GlorisAeria GlorisAeria Gloris
I feel it under my wings As the trees roll below, Caressing me, it sings: "Forget your worry, forget your woe Let me lift you higher then before So that forever you may soar."
And so I keep to the sky, The wind rushing past me; I can't help but cry For those who can't see The world as I can; Past that of man.
Now the sky grows dark, Storm clouds would have me fall, But no force shall make me arc, Else I could not live at all. So these wings I spread, For no weather do I dread.
Gracefully, e
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your mother.
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don't screw around with dead people....they'll eat your brain with a poket fork!
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don't screw around with dead people....they'll eat your brain with a poket fork!
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don't screw around with dead people....they'll eat your brain with a poket fork!
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