The one she used to be
free and gleeful,
now just a spiritless soul;
The fire which burnt inside her,
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Now Or Never
The one she used to be
free and gleeful,
now just a spiritless soul;
The fire which burnt inside her,
now only ash and dust;
The wings she wore,
now bounded with chain and sorrows;
Will she be ever,
what she used to be or never?
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