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I got my own ways
I am an eagle that flies when it wants
And where it wants
In the forest
I got my own ways.
In the end.
You can not tell an eagle to fly north or south.
And where it wants
In the forest
I got my own ways.
In the end.
You can not tell an eagle to fly north or south.
Published 18th Feb 2023
| Edited 19th Feb 2023
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