With heavy heart, I open the cage
And give you wings to fly.
Soar high, my dear, be gone.
My land is barren
It bears no fruits.
My hands are weak and
My granary empty.
Soar high, my dear, fly away.
Life is too short to waste
And the sky is vast and appealing.
Keep flying, my dear, keep seeking.
Surely, there will be fresh air to breath
And ever green forest to prosper.
There, you will feel no thirst
For morning dew will be in every leave
And sparkling stream awaits the day.
There, you will start to sing over again
For you will be delighted.
Life will be easy and beautiful
Stronger your wings will grow.
I give you freedom, my dear
For you will be more contented without me
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