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I infuse the herbs in the boiling water While Chopin caresses my skin Anna besides me, mourn for her prison altar In a frozen and beautiful cage, full of sins I see mine far in the middle of my tropical land Completely surrounded by misunderstand How dare they hold the most beautiful birds In a cage that floats in the sea of nonsense?
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Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 3:11 PM UTC
Bird cages