There she sits in a gilded cage
With the trap door a little broken
She sits in silence, all hush and quiet
But the face that's turned away has spoken
It rains blue roses all night long
Yet she does not fly free
A newborn day comes with fresh, mint scent
And she decides to be
Inside her cage, by that door
She lives through a million springs
And sometimes coos for the little freedom
That comes to those with gilded wings.
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