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I was little, dreaming, dreaming, drawing, drawing, drawing a homeland for humanity, drawing boundless hope, drawing a dream without limits, drawing my life bright, shining like crystal, drawing a nest high in a tree, drawing a flock in flight, drawing an empty cage, never inhabited by any birds. I don't draw a bird in a cage, I never, ever draw a prison for a bird. I was little, I believed in freedom, I believed deeply in dreams. I was little, drawing rain, drawing a cloud, drawing a moon, a sun, a yellow, red flower. I drew my homeland, a safe, very warm refuge... without wars. I drew my house, my bed, my life. I drew my face, the most beautiful, the most beautiful. I drew my hair, the longest, the longest. I drew an earring in my ear, I drew a ring, a watch, a bracelet. I drew a crown on my head, a soft ribbon beneath my hair, pure pink. I draw my dress of silk, I draw it like a cypress, bright green. I draw my shoes, sparkling crystal, like a shining star. But I never draw a necklace, never, never. I never draw a necklace around my neck, not even one of glittering diamonds. I was young, dreaming, drawing, drawing my dream, the spring of the earth. I draw my hope, the sky of the universe. I draw myself, always winged, free, flying. I draw myself like swallows, migrating towards the spring of time. I draw myself like a butterfly of light, traveling towards a ray of light. I draw myself with a wing, always, always, never clipped. I draw myself high above, flying under the sky of hope, flying above the spring of dreams. I draw my hope, the sky of the universe, without limits. I draw my dream, the spring of the earth, without constraints. I draw my life, shining brightly, like crystal. I draw my wings being cut off, I don't draw my dreams being plucked, I don't draw my hope shrinking, I don't draw my life being wasted. I was youn, I dreamed, I drew