As free as the crows.
Why can't we be as free as the crows? The crows that fly so free, So dark, so peaceful, Why can't that be me? Why can't we be as free as the fish? The fish that swim so gentle, So sparkly, so carefree, Why can't that be me? Why can't we be as free as the fox? The fox that patrols so elegantly, So wild, so mysterious, Why can't that be me? Why do we have to be so constrained? So judged? So misunderstood? Why can't we be as free as the crows.
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