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Cages

Sparrows sing at the doorways
and squirrels guard the doors,
rabbits watch the windows
and spiders watch the walls.
The days go on like hours,
ever speeding, ever so quick, quick, quick - it's sick,
I spoke too soon.

The doors are all broken
and the badgers are coming in,
tearing up prettiest paintings
and demanding my knowledge within.
Foxes, so cunning, hold rabbits to a waltz,
nothing makes sense but the sense of loss.
No, nothing makes sense but the sense of loss.

And the stars all fall so quick down here,
and the rabbits run back to their holes.
'You can only play Snow White for so long, my dear'
said my Mother as she built my cage.
Forever living in her old bird cage.
And in here nothing makes sense but the sense of loss,
in here nothing makes sense because it's all my loss

and I swear that I'll never love again.
No, no Prince Charming is coming again.
No, no Prince Charming is coming...
my friend.  
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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