Story of the caged bird

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Like a caged bird My wings are clipped.
My soul cries for help yet sees none.
I use my melody to escape my pains.
Like a caged bird I see my desires, yet as a caged bird I can't reach.
Once I had soared.
But now, I reside in a cage.

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