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Love, you have broken my wings — I cried- And oh, the sky! Never, never to lift me high! Only the broken-winged can fly. Look! — Love replied.

Love, you have shattered the songs of me And oh, the pain! Never, never to sing again! Singing lives on when song is dead. Listen! — Love said.

There is a sky for a broken wing, That I have found; And in the stillness after song, There is a Sound!