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 The tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest.
They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate.
The free bird cries, "O my love, let us fly to wood."
The cage bird whispers, "Come hither, let us both live in the
   cage."
Says the free bird, "Among bars, where is there room to spread
   one's wings?"
"Alas," cries the cage bird, "I should not know where to sit
   perched in the sky."

 The free bird cries, "My darling, sing the songs of the
   woodlands."
The cage bird says, "Sit by my side, I'll teach you the speech of
   the learned."
The forest bird cries, "No, ah no! songs can never be taught.
The cage bird says, "Alas for me, I know not the songs of the
   woodlands."

 Their love is intense with longing, but they never can fly wing
   to wing.
Through the bars of the cage they look, and vain is their wish to
   know each other.
They flutter their wings in yearning, and sing, "Come closer, my
   love!"
The free bird cries, "It cannot be, I fear the closed doors of
   the cage."
The cage bird whispers, "Alas, my wings are powerless and dead."