Swedish Moon Light
I am the burning fire
stolen from the sun
my feathers slipped
so fast
in the blink of one eye
the slipper
was cursed
to fit on your foot
if theres one thing i know
its that my wings
were too faded to last
spreading luck
from down below
walking with
miles to climb
looking on this road
to stick feathers
broken wings
return this stolen
fire to the sun
as the skies above
get brighter
and brighter
togethor
i just cant let it up
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