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Painted Stork

I set myself free breaking all the fetters,
I am yet to taste the fathomless sky,
  My wings might be wounded,
But I still know how to fly!

There are reverberations of my name,
Oh listen! Dear sky is calling me,
I am yet to live thousand lives before I die,
I'll soon accompany you with spirits high, with spirits high!

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