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Nevermoore
I go around an around. Like I have wings I fly. Into the night I soare high into the clouds. But that happy moment didnt last. When I meet the Nevermoores. They took my wings so I cant fly high up in my sky! One asked me.. Whats an angel with out wings? A puppet he said.. That scared me more than anything eles. Because it shows intention to use me againt my will. So puppet I became.
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