Now we are close
As if never to part
Only a common rule
Of which we are all subject
Binds strongly our friendship
Like birds held in a single cage
Holding in different birds
Being taken to the fields
For everlasting liberation
There was befriending in detention
Between the canary and the eagle
On the eve of there release
They both cried without ease
Knowing that nature would cut their ties
That the one with long wings
Would soar into the highest skies
And the one that sings
Only would be among the lowly lies
The eagle would miss
The canary's songs
Sweet in all seasons
And neither would the canary
Ever have after today
The ample eagle feather
That brought warmth in all weather
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