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Oh, if I had the wings of the pink flamingo, then I would land on the wetland of every region. Oh, if I had the wings of the mountain eagle, I would just soar to Sion’s top. If I had the soft wings of the dove, my soul would certainly strive to calmness and peace. Oh, if I had the wings of the pitch-black crow, I would be surrounded by spiritual ingenuity.

Oh, if I only had the wings of the seagull, the outstretched contours of every coastal region would surround my soul. Oh, if I had the wings of the eagle, nothing would ever be able to break my courage and I would take revenge on the slippery body of the adder. Oh, if I had the grey little wings of the hedge-sparrow, then I would never lack Godly Humbleness.

But if I had the wings of the swallow, I would soar on the wings of the wind to eternal Freedom. But if I had the wings of the troublesome finch, I would live next to cool water steams in the branches of the old willow tree. Oh, if I had the wings of the vulture, death would not be a terror, but my feast indeed.

But now I only have the weak arms of a human, and with it also a wife that knows all my shortcomings. Therefore I can stretch them up towards my God, my El. While my soul can still soar on the wings of my God-given spirit, in complete freedom, to Mount Sion.