There's a damaged creature over there
kept locked in a gilded cage
poor thing it's almost at it's end
and at such a young age.
poor thing it's wings are bent back so
it's eyes a dull cried out shade
the little thing once flew you know
but now see how she fades.
The cage was opened one day
the bird gently taken in his hands
he put the feathers back in their place
and see now how the little bird stands.
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