Wounded
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Unable to fly again
She was restrained
Flapping her wings on the ground
Wounded and defeated
Oh the wings are cut
All doors have been shut
No one to give her shelter
Or to hear her cry
Shadows of flying birds
Passed by but they never heard
Tears washed away her pain
And she took her last breath without complain.
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