Felicia

When you look away
Don't turn your back on me now
As I'm letting all my leaves
Strip down my cankered trunk
Leaving with a breeze
Don't turn your back on me now
 
I'm calling, calling
But no one can hear me
I'm soaring, soaring
To high above the ground 
But darling, darling
My colors are already gone
And I'm falling, falling
When you look away
 
Don't turn your back on me now
As a storm is tearing up
Beating down a faltered town
Conquered by a breeze
Don't turn your back on me now
 
I'm calling, calling
But no one can hear me
I'm soaring, soaring
To high above the ground 
But darling, darling
My colors are already gone
And I'm falling, falling
When you look away
 
He said
It's a lonely kind of winter 
And he let his wings lif him off
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