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Dreaming To Be Free
The little bird sits in her cage and looks out sees the window is left open and feels the cold wind on her face and smells the air that is soon to bring rain hears the other birds chirping in the trees.
She thinks to her self what it would be like to be free.
To feel the wind on her wings to fly in the sky and never stop to feel the rain-soaked grass under her feet and to feel the sun warming her within.
she looks out and thinks soon maybe soon I will be free.
She tries to move closer to the other side of her cage closer to the window but she can't the chain around her neck is preventing her from moving closer to the other end of the cage.
So she sits there and closes her eyes and dreams of what it would be like to be free as she listens to the sounds past her cage and out the window that is left open as she dreams the most beautiful of dreams...
She thinks to her self what it would be like to be free.
To feel the wind on her wings to fly in the sky and never stop to feel the rain-soaked grass under her feet and to feel the sun warming her within.
she looks out and thinks soon maybe soon I will be free.
She tries to move closer to the other side of her cage closer to the window but she can't the chain around her neck is preventing her from moving closer to the other end of the cage.
So she sits there and closes her eyes and dreams of what it would be like to be free as she listens to the sounds past her cage and out the window that is left open as she dreams the most beautiful of dreams...
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