The Eagle It was early morning It was the in between time of night and day She went out onto the terrace She was dressed all in white There was a slight cool breeze moving through her clothes Making them move with a slight rhythm She climbed up onto a black table She was barefoot The table was cool to the touch As she stood on the table she looked out onto the city She could see for miles The city was still asleep She stood at the back of the table She then spread out her arms She started running and leapt As she started falling she changed into an eagle She flapped her wings and flew She soared through the sky She aimed up towards the clouds Eventually turning to the sun She had become her true destiny The eagle
The Eagle 

It was early morning 
It was the in between time of 
night and day 
She went out onto the terrace 
She was dressed all in white 
There was a slight cool breeze moving through her clothes 
Making them move with a slight rhythm 

She climbed ... stories
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The Eagle It was early morning It was the in between time of night and day She went out onto the terrace She was dressed all in white There was a slight cool breeze moving through her clothes Making them move with a slight rhythm She climbed up onto a black table She was barefoot The table was cool to the touch As she stood on the table she looked out onto the city She could see for miles The city was still asleep She stood at the back of the table She then spread out her arms She started running and leapt As she started falling she changed into an eagle She flapped her wings and flew She soared through the sky She aimed up towards the clouds Eventually turning to the sun She had become her true destiny The eagle

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