Just look at all the flowers,

and birds perched in their trees;

See them in their glory,

with their souls set free.


They take what need be taken,

then move on to other things,

Content within their own selves,

and in the songs they sing.


Oh just to be a bird,

and sing my heart's content;

But I'm caught within my limits,

and this I need repent.


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