Tweedle dee tweetle dum
Waiting for my time to come
When they open that door
I will spread my wings and soar
Though I will visit them again
I will finally find my yen
At peace with myself and what life brings
Just so glad I have my wings
In that cage all I felt was forlorn
But out there I can be reborn
Into a world with beauty and abetting
Everything sets a pulchritudinous setting
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