Faces, faces, which are happy, which are sad?
I don't know in my world;
When you are free and when you are a slave,
rather save an unkind word.
You yielded to man's demand to leave the wild
all for his civilization;
You left your kind in the forest and in the sky
to your last bastion.
You are on stage for children and grownups
in respite from life's many bind;
I wonder what you have where you came from,
perhaps one of a kinder kind. ~
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