The sun is up its eyes shinning
Over we’ll fly across the sky
Stronger we’ll flap to fly high
Higher above the sun
Fearing not the melt above
My shinny feathers of wax
Hear the sound hitting me hard
Shaping me through my cry so loud
Heat and fire will redden my being
My length into molten metal will be
A grudge with the hammer to be worn
A necklace around the neck to adorn
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