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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477824" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sympathy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know what the caged bird feels, alas! <br>When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; <br>When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass, <br>And the river flows like a stream of glass; <br>When the first bird sings and the first bud opes, <br>And the faint perfume from its chalice steals-- <br>I know what the caged bird feels!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know why the caged bird beats his wing <br>Till its blood is red on the cruel bars; <br>For he must fly back to his perch and cling <br>When he fain would be on the bough a-swing; <br>And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars <br>And they pulse again with a keener sting-- <br>I know why he beats his wing!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, <br>When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,-- <br>When he beats his bars and he would be free; <br>It is not a carol of joy or glee, <br>But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core, <br>But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings-- <br>I know why the caged bird sings!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Laurence+Dunbar">Paul Laurence Dunbar</a><div class=q>
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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 f..."></div>
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