The eagle flies alone, shadowed by the Sun
She's the hidden majesty of birds.
She fears not the bite of night or
the winter sun, as she glides in
eternal grace, begotten among the stars.
Night and frost can bring her ruin,
yet she knows it not.
A day away the winter comes, and the night blunders on.
Yet what good is the owner of the sky in the cage of a swallow's mind.
Night, Day, and death, they come, so why does she hide,
Why's she but a sparrow in the flock, breaking a heavenly balance
Come back Eagle, Come Back, grace the heavens with your cry
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