How does the little bird fly
When lost among the stars?
His fragile wings and mourning rings
Have forged his trembling heart.
How does the little bird fly
When locked behind stone bars?
His spare breath sings to woeful kings
But never shall he part.
How does the little bird fly
When marred by mortal scars?
The emerald spring shall never bring
Return from black depart.
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