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I do not want to go back in the mine.
my eyes are glazed,
my feathers dull,
my beak droops
to rest upon my breast
where a broken heart still beats
I will not go again into the mine.
in airless dark
with no more hope
my voice fails
this cage is much too small
and I cannot find the sun
Please don't send me back into the mine.
I cannot sing for you.