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Jan 2013
Alone upon the precipice
you expand your feathered wings
You're right and ready
strong and steady
So jump, let's hear you sing
But you stop short
and tumble back
bruising your behind
It is those ropes
your dashed dreams and hopes
the confines of your mind
So, flightless bird
you may have heard
that the only way to see
Is to open your eyes
look to the sky
and let yourself free
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