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I am feeling the deep blue of the ocean
To get in touch with my soul.

My soul has white horizontal stripes
Like the wings of my birds
On the deep blue.

I am the wings of my birds,
And the deep blue of the ocean
Along with horizontal stripes.

I am everything unrest and free
Like the white souls of the birds
That sing beautiful songs
To the hearts of those who hang them
Inside cages.

My deep blue ocean views
Of me and of what I am
Along with the same old you.
The man sits in his bed after a long period of sleep.
He tries to jink his mind, that tries to convince him since then.
His mind is persistent, like a jailer, it has the job facilitaded by bars.
But the man knows his spirit is free.
He just has to find a common road
A road of eternity.

— The End —