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would have broken my wings, but the very fact that you knew I had wings, set some seal on my bitter heart, my heart broke and fluttered and sang.

You would have snared me, and scattered the strands of my nest; but the very fact that you saw, sheltered me, claimed me, set me apart from the rest.

Of men—of men made you a god, and me, claimed me, set me apart and the song in my breast, yours, yours forever— if I escape your evil heart. 162