The Fugitive
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Chapter 104 No.104

Where were your songs, my bird, when you spent your nights in the nest?

Was not all your pleasure stored therein?

What makes you lose your heart to the sky-the sky that is boundless?

Answer

While I rested within bounds I was content. But when I soared into vastness

I found I could sing.

            
            

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