How Sings the savage beast
With
a heart full of misery
When
held within the narrow
Bounds
of his captivity
How
Sings the savage beast
With
a heart full of joy
When
his confines evaporate
And
he is as free as a boy
Bathed in summer sunshine Gentle breezes stir the stems But above in the golden sun Grow an array of perfect gems
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