Silver-winged Kite Hung Dao My fine silver-winged kite Wanted to be alive It couldn't wait to fly Up the silky blue sky It dreams one day To see a land faraway A labour of love Pure heart of a dove Guided by skill and restraint But being young and vain It severed the tie And flew up the seventh sky It was beyond my care Til chance found it thread bare Floating in the sea In mourning and bereave Swept away by a malevolent wave I wept its fate and forgave Oh my silver-winged kite Of beauty and might When will your heart mend? You will lift your wing again To see the land Beyond the world's end

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