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Born in captivity. Does my goldfish know? Does he long to be free, Deep in the sea? Or does he prefer, To be trapped within, A box of glass? Born in captivity. Does my goldfish long, For a coral reef, Deep in the sea? Or does he prefer, The occasional hand, That feeds him? Born in captivity. Does my goldfish yearn, On a genetic level, To be deep in the sea? Or does he prefer, To be called a he, When he might be a she?
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