like my feathers... i can't fly, but why i have them?
those things... are so big... it's me... they are a part of me...
i can't fly, but i must have it... they're black...
isn't a despair thing...?
those are my wishes... of an black wing...
can i take it out... our i'll live in despair of my precious wings?
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