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A free bird leaps

on the back of the wind

and floats downstream

till the current ends

and dips his wing

and dares to claim the sky.

The free bird thinks of another breeze

and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn

and he names the sky his own

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for stil

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.