Roses, Glitter and Faerie Wings

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Roses, glitter and faerie wings

Is what of which I am made

The thorns of the roses may sting

The wings do not always lift me

When I clutch the roses too hard

When too heavy to be lift I be

But it is worth the stings of the thorns

To be a rose-clad, glittering faerie

To then be fully free of mourns

It is worth to not always rise

To sometimes be left on the ground

Far beneath the freedom of the sky

To be a rose-clad, glittering faerie

And to then no worries carry

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