| A glass cage for an animal
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| It knows the price of this apparent freedom
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| A glass cage for an animal
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| It knows the price of this apparent freedom
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| Inflatable, the past careens down verdant hills
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| In caves where night has taken up and solitude does visit
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| Even in the afternoons the sounds of its diurnal creep
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| I know I’ll die, too immune to live too desperate to die
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| Where is the lever for the reward? |
| Are all words void?
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| A glass cage for an animal
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| It knows the price of this apparent freedom
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| A glass cage for an animal
|
| It knows the price of this apparent freedom
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| A glass cage for an animal
|
| It knows the price of this apparent freedom
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| A glass cage for an animal
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| It knows the price of this apparent freedom |