20.The little guys in life

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The bird is here

Is he? Where?

Can't you see

Alas! I lost my sight in the holocaust

Finally, I can see a little brittle of the jay

The mocking jay

Why have you trapped him?

In this cage of illusion

You trap birds for money

What kind of dreams, do you intend to be dreaming?

Let him go before I give you a blow

Of my mighty fits of steel

Or my titanium wings of fury

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