Rarely does the falcon cry,
But concealment is torture of the worst kind,
And when it's all done you'll wonder why,
Why he gave up the fight,
Why he seemed so strong at a distance,
And you'll know he's about to say goodbye,
And you'll ask why all good things die,
When his falcon tears dry,
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Author:
Raskolnikov (Pseudonym) (
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