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But the fall might kill us They said So they clipped our wings. Now, we drown. We yearn to follow our hearts But the hunger would kill us They said So we buried ourselves in our jobs. Still, we starve. We yearn to be free But the cold will kill us They said So we built walls around us. Yet, we suffocate. Conform, conform! They said And as we try We wither away We die. May 23, 2000 |
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