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He's building a cage

Forty feet high

To keep the rage

From reaching the sky

He's looking for ways

To tame the beast

He has set his gaze

On the most wise east

He wants solutions

To his burning quest

Not a conclusion

On how to be the best

He's looking to the wind

For a whisper or a sigh

He's lost his friend

To life's celebrated lie

He must press on

Without event

Come to him sweet dawn

And fill him with your scent



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