FLIGHT

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FLIGHT

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I have never lost my taste for freedom

When the day came that I finally broke free

I flew away like a bird that had envisioned an open cage door

Her whole life

I learned to fly further and further 

I land on the blossoming branch

Of each new day, and the taste of freedom

Is like honey from the comb.

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