I have snipped your wingspan,
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My precious captive swan.
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Here, all clipped of kickstand
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Your spirit won't last long.
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Don't you lift a finger.
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Don't you snap and jaw.
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Limber limbs akimbo,
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Rest till rubbing raw
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Oh my own true love!
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Oh my own true love!
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Can you hear me love?
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Can you hear me love?
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Don't hold out for rescue.
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None can hear your call,
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Till I have rest and wrecked you
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Behind these fortress walls.
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Oh my own true love!
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Oh my own true love!
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Can you hear me love?
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Can you hear me love?
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Margaret in Captivity
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| The Decemberists |
