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Untangle the threads;
The treacherous ways
Of the fowler's snare.
It choked the song of the bird...
It pressed the snare
And trapped the afraid bird.
In the attempt of the flight,
The life's strength was retained
By the false freedom.
But the Lord who is Father,
He liberated me of the prison.
He saved my soul
And broke the snare that trapped me.
Then, I am free.
I am free, I will fly.
I will start to fly again
And I will see the blue sky,
The pretty blue sky.
