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* The caged bird sat on top of d freedom tree & sang for joy.
After many of being a prisoner
In a casted and wired cage,
When I was fed with a hand-ful of corn which didn't meet the expected time.
* Now I can flap my wips in d sky
Fed on worms in the soil, ant & insect on tree
Fly from tree to sea, from moutains to valleys
Move from one nest to another.
Now I know month are differ from one another
Now I knw d different between freedom and oppresion.
There is nothing like being free.