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Oh! How I long to be a bird,
To spread my wings and fly away,
So beauteous thing no rival heard,
And choice to go and not to stay,
So far, so fast could I then leave,
Brush with wings the tops of trees,
And leave behind forever more,
The fallen nest I had before,
I'd beat my wings 'till humming sounds,
And then I'd be just off the ground,
After that I'd be up high,
A new dimension,
Clear blue sky,
Oh, to be free,
So new to me,
But alas! Such fate is not mine,
All my life caged I'll be,
I won't be free 'till death comes nigh. |
