A poem: As it is

By the lake, in the heavens, 

These tears breeze in the cold, 

But this heart is an all consuming fire, 

So rest on me my dear, 

Count the stars, watch the wings flutter, 

With the soul of a child, 

With the spirit of a queen, 

These chains also set me free…

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