I have run low on fuel
At a weary road’s end
I have withdrawn from the skies
In a fiery swan-dive
I have plunged in the surf
From the weight of high hopes
With everything and everyone
Entrusted to me
I have run low on fuel
At a weary road’s end
I have withdrawn from the skies
In a fiery swan-dive
I have plunged in the surf
From the weight of high hopes
With everything and everyone
Entrusted to me
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
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