I wish I could be like a bird in the sky how sweet it would be if I found I could fly— I'd soar to the sun and look down at the sea; Then I'd sing 'cause I know how it feels to be free! I Wish I Knew (How it Feels to be Free)
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Prelude The night was pitch black, so dark that it seemed as if trying to seep into the candlelit room through the window, bleeding from behind the heavy crimson drapes to eat away at the edges of the velvet. That was the first sight that came into view, blinked into focus by a woman who …
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