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Jun 2015
I have spent my whole life
looking into the distance
and watching black birds fly
over the trees

All these houses are boxes
and the fences are cages
and I am trapped here like a bird
with clipped wings

So I look at the horizon
at the far away trees and the
soaring black birds
and wonder what it's like to be free
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