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I was little and happy to see,
Butterflies hovering around me,
Filling my heart with freedomтАЩs wish,
But the gateway to it was not so quick,
As I had to do my homework and leave.
One day a chance to fair, and
Brought a book named Oliver Twist.
Days went by, and I was like walking away,
By the side of the twelve, months and years,
And with a passion for Dickens and none
And sticking between the pages read,
bookmarks, to make me find my last.,
If I were to be lost in the heart of it.
One day as I was about to leave,
To settle myself with the ones unknown,
I saw a book on the shelf of old,
With a book mark, making me think,
How I wished to be free of all
And yet a captive in bonds, to keep.
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