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They told me i am not of this age, i need to Change. But i laughed and heard them no more my Darling. I laughed and thought it was completely Strange. How can it be, darling, that i am to live Without my spring? How can it be that i am to live and reach that Stage? I feel it truly, birds are meant to fly and sing. Tears always come to my eyes when i see them In a cage. Darling, i will never stop anything. If it be my will, let me say it without causing Your rage; I will help birds soar again and swing. If it be my will, let me stop pertaining to this Age. Chokri Omri Nabeul, 2007

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