"Oh, the sky, the sky, the open sky, For the home of a song-bird's heart! And why, and why, and for ever why, Do they stif1e here in the mart: Cages of agony, rows on rows, Torture that on1y a ferocious thing knows: Is it nothing to you to see That head thrust out through the hope1ess wire, And the tiny 1ife, and the mad desire To be free, to be free, to be free? Oh, the sky, the sky, the b1ack, wide sky, For the beat of a song-bird's wings!

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