They have clipped my wings.
They have put me in a cage.
All they do is feed and water me.
All affections they give are the necsities.
I feel weak, as if I were dieing.
I feel lost as, if set free.
Asbif I had been set free and flown the wrong way.
As if I had flown North rather than South.
Now, here I sit.
I sit boken, dieing, frozen, and lost.
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