She raises a wing
Moving in front of the moon
They all said flying wasn't possible
But she does it every night now
Every breath, thought or movement
Changes every other thing
That's how powerful we all are
Yet we run around like naked orphans
Grasping at crumbs and scraps
Hiding from each other, and hoarding
When the entire banquet is ours
With enough for all
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