To fall from heights, those who've ascended,
Seems dire and bleak, so far descended,
Our intentions meant to elevate,
Feel hollow and sullen, the burden great.
Our memories endure, these lives long past,
The hope our adventures were not our last.
With honor we remember these precious things,
The Fallen Angels, now rest their wings.
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