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Calcutta, India
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Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
unheeded warnings, i thought i thought of everything
no navigator to find my way home
unladen, empty and turned to stone.
a soul in tension that's learning to fly
condition:grounded. determined to try
can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I.
Floyd \m/