In a corner of his cage
The little warbler
Could not stop singing
Beautiful, but sad songs,
Filled with green desire for flight.
Then came a day
When fate took him to exile
And gave him all the freedom
Of a flower garden,
But the little warbler
Not only could not fly,
But lost all the passion
he
had for singing.
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