Some birds aren't meant to be caged, their feathers are just too bright,and when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice...but still, the place you live is that much more drab and empty that they're gone.
I hope I can make it across the border
I hope to see my friend and shake his hand
I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams
I hope...
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