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I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,
When he beats his bars and would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer, that he sends from his heart's deep core,
But a plea, that upward to heaven he flings.
I know why the caged bird sings!
- Paul Laurence Dunbar
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