The Monarchy depends on us
My brethren and me
Six guardians of the Tower
Legend says we must not leave
Wings are clipped
Servants prepare banquets
All needs are met
We are adored, pampered
We are beautiful
We long for the sky
To feel the wind ruffle our feathers
We are not free
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Interesting write–marvelous as always.
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