Free Tree
The bird has been singing for the tree, for fifty years. When finally the cage is open, the bird hesitated for a while, and then hardly flew. He built his nest on the roof of the same building that one of its apartments was his jail. "Why did not you fly to your tree?" I asked. He sadly lowered his head and said, "I am afraid, she will never be as beautiful as the one I have been singing for!"
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