Give me Back my Wings

Give me back my wings
I am dying a slow death
You have clipped my wings
As you have caged me up
For your fancy.

Give me back my wings
I want to soar high in the sky again
I want to feel the wind on my form
I want to visit my kin
I want to be free.


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