I feel like a bird
Trapped in a cage.
Wishing all the time
That I could live in the old days.

In that beautiful past
I was charmed with
When there wasn't a limit
For your dreams width.

I can't help but think a lot
How would it be there
If only I could be brought.

My wish indeed is to try
Not to presume how it was
Because to then, I can't fly.

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