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I KNOW what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals —
I know what the caged bird feels!
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Pyramid Peak, CA
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There are infinite types of love; I am convinced I will never love the same way twice. Love beginnings are identical and unmistakable-the selfish and selfless feeling that makes life worth living-the fruit of being alive. Maintain consciousness of how effortlessly you place your reality second to new love. Love is beautiful and wonderful-seemingly a miracle amidst a once flat and apathetic life. Open your mind and open your heart-you will find infinite space to fill with new love. Now, and forever, you are in the age of discovery.