| Green finch and linnet bird, nightingale, blackbird
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| How is it you sing?
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| How can you jubilate, singing in cages
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| Never taking wing?
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| Outside, the sky waits, beckoning, beckoning
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| Just beyond the bars
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| How can you remain, staring at the rain
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| Maddened by the stars?
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| How is it you sing anything?
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| How is it you sing?
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| Green finch and linnet bird, nightingale, blackbird
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| How is it you sing?
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| Whence comes this melody, constantly flowing?
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| Is it rejoicing or merely hallowing?
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| Are you discussing or fussing
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| Or simply dreaming?
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| Are you crowing? |
| Are you screaming?
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| Ringdove and robinet, is it for wages?
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| Singing to be sold?
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| Have you decided, it’s safer in cages
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| Singing when you’re told?
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| My cage has many rooms, damask and dark
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| Nothing there sings, not even a lark
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| Larks never will, you know, when they’re captive
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| Teach me to be more adaptive, ah Green finch, and linnet bird, nightingale, blackbird
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| Teach me how to sing
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| If I cannot fly
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| Let me sing |