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SHaTTerED GLaSS and WIngED RocKs
I was given wings to fly But placed below a low glass ceiling Now what words are to describe The way that i'm felling All day and all night seeing others in flight through my dirty glass I thought to myself This too shall pass But pass it didn't The air out beyond the glass I can't to flap my wings there So I traded them in for rocks That take my thoughts everywhere Burden! 2006
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