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What is point in of putting beauty

In cage to serve you as its duty

What is the point of tying a free spirit down

To be anchored and and unable to fly

What’s the point of keeping love and beauty hidden away

Never to shine brightly in it’s incandescent way

And flow so wondrously it will amaze

Love and beauty cannot to held prisoner

Cannot be owned and cannot be enslaved

Only when you set it free and let it fly

Will you see its true beautiful essence spark into life

And light up the universal night.