O culture is a forbidden word
In a dead end town where life resigns.
How lonely are all the sweet caged birds?
And how slow is the passage of time?
Why are these flowers crushed by doorways
That could lead to sunbursts of new days?
Where is the light, and where is the key?
Where are curious spirits like me?
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