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Broken Wings
Take these broken wings,
And mend them with your love.
Teach my heart those things,
That are, allied to a dove.
Let my soul then soar,
To heights unknown and new,
That it may then explore,
This vision, that is you.
Take my voice, which rings
With joy, when you are near.
Hear, when my heart sings
Sweet melodies so clear.
Let this sound vibrate,
Until the heavens chime,
And we will then pulsate
Fused together, for all time.
poem
by
Ernestine Northover
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