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He wants to escape,

From his prison walls.

To him, freedom calls

He struggles to gain,

A new set of wings.



He flies to low, even now
As he tries to rise from
the sea below his feet.
The foam drags him down,
In the clutches of salty sea.



He's uplifting in the air now,

A drift helping him along,

He wants to aim for the best

But it might melt his wings,

And come crashing down

Into the sea.





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