Ay, Ay, Ay between the stones I cry.
I want to fly, but between the stones I die.
Blood on my fists from beating the stones, I try
To run away, but - flesh - is - weak-
My fingers and nails are broken
From \"caressing\" the cage.
But maybe my tears will smash
What my flesh couldn´t break through...
The constant drop will break the Stone...
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