There are times, I feel, is he just me?
Isolate, submissive forever
He resides in waters, a turtle
Can’t I run here, there all day like her
Adorning feathery appearance
She travels in hurry, a rabbit
Why do I want to fly high with them?
Enjoying abundance privilege
They arise sky above, the eagles
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