Once she used to fly high up in the sky,

Now caged inside a aviary hoping for a release,

The chirping of her for a morning delight,

Has now turned into sorrow of nights,

Still she dream about her flight up in the sky.

She spends her clock singing free from lock

But her sorrow never reached apart,

Once she tired to fly but her feet was under tie,

She couldn't escape, so gave up her rage,

Still she hope for freedom to fly up in the sky.

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