good I leave you with another depressing work of mine done, of course, the downturn
Poor bird unable to fly their wings Tied
Sealed in their small house bars
Can she ever how big is the world?
Poor little bird that forgot to sing
Just follow your instincts
Much flapping will not open his cage
Although nobody cry with your soul look
Poor hear bird care in cotton
that knows no pain For
has not felt the happiness
raises his little beak in search of compassion
But only receive Birthday
hypocrites solids
Would a caged bird longs something else? And so shall
Until the master set him free from his chains
Or until that
whose name many fail to maintain the decorum
The claim on your breast
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