Used To A Cage
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Hidden in the heart of a sweet beloved,
the bird is confined in a lovely cage,
he gave up the habit of flying,
he knew the skies are merely mirage,
he'll not go, you may open the gates,
passing his life like a saint and sage,
don't disturb he's happy there,
his nibs are sharp, you may face his rage!
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