| Oh this is my favorite cage
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| It grows up around me like silver strands
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| Of briar and roses, wisdom and rage
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| To cradle my heart like a bird in your hand
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| Of briar and roses, wisdom and rage
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| This is my favorite cage
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| It grows up around me like silver strands
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| And cradles my heart like a bird in your hand
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| This is a beautiful war to be sure
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| A surrendering hero’s name will be sung
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| Or scratched in the sand like some secret cure
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| When all else has failed and the battle feared won
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| Scratched in the sand like some secret cure
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| This is a beautiful war to be sure
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| A surrendering hero’s name will be sung
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| When all else has failed and the battle feared won
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| This is a star more perfect than peace
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| A flash in the dark setting fire to trees
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| Wresting my faith down out of the eaves
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| Bending my will back up on its knees
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| This is loveliest tumble from grace
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| Into the arms of what is unbound
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| From gravity’s rule by a glimpse of your face
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| It sets to falling what will never touch ground
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| From gravity’s rule by a glimpse of your face
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| This is loveliest tumble from grace
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| Into the arms of what is unbound
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| You set me to falling and I never touch ground |