I watched with envy over crimson birds —
That flaming free across the red sky
I heard them singing about old life, old loves—
death, and goodbye as they ride the wild winds.
And I closed my eyes when I see the world cries
I kissed the far-away dreams where our hopes in seams
I float and I flap my crimson wings
To fly high and to burn all that killed us
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