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Blackbird Caged
There's blood dripping
From the cut on your wing
Where the cold wire tore it
As you pulled and screamed
Stop moving, stay still
Silk feathers everywhere
Ink drops of red blood
Scattered on an iron snare
The struggle has stopped
Free from the searing pain
The torment and anguish
Now just a bloodstain
From the cut on your wing
Where the cold wire tore it
As you pulled and screamed
Stop moving, stay still
Silk feathers everywhere
Ink drops of red blood
Scattered on an iron snare
The struggle has stopped
Free from the searing pain
The torment and anguish
Now just a bloodstain
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