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Dancing in the halls of suns where we met
I don’t know about you but I’m the go-between
Apparently I sing minstrel songs to a king.
Never cage a bird nor keep it tame
The dangers and perils of doing so,
Why,
J’taime j’taime?
I neither love that king nor adore his queen
But assuming late, abhor?
No, the bird will just escape from her door.
There is nothing tragic about this tale,
A Bird is meant to be captured,
Don’t we know this too well?
Spoken words by an arrogant queen
An insufficient man of means
And damsels in distresses —
Why, they’re barely now ever heard of or seen.
Escape seems futile, for beneath it all,
The treason and travesty of the effect was so strong.
But you cannot blame her you cannot cage this bird
For she is coming right now
Rest as she rests and rests assured.
Clause.
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