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Apr 2020
The snow dove sits, unhappy and blue
Sad as fate, inert like a statue
There was no freedom in fate she thought,
Only loneliness and desolation it brought
A way out of hell she thought
Somehow these demons could be fought!
And then an idea struck her mind
How she would leave these demons behind
How she would spread her wings and fly
Free as the diamond, is free from the alloy
She would sing and chant her heart out
It would grant her freedom, no doubt!
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