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Peeping through those silver grey bars
She glares at the limitless sky
Look at her misery
She has wings but cannot fly
Peeping through those silver grey bars
She watches her folks flying free
Sighing she was once one of them
She misses her open nest on that lush green cotton tree
Peeping through those silver grey bars
She catches sight of the ground covered with seeds
Look at the irony
Her plate is full yet that morsel lying there is what she
needs
Peeping through those silver grey bars
She misses being her own chief
Tired of crooning and frisking to someone else’s beats
Ah! How she yearns to go back to those days of fun and
mischief
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