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The kite is a prisoner of the wind

The kite is a prisoner of the wind

It flies to places all unknown -

Shaped like a bird, it dives and looms,

Everything I do the wind consumes

Where can I find freedom?

Up and down, to and fro

I try to direct it where to go -

For a while I watch it glide

Then frantically it moves side to side

Can I get it to abide?

The kite is a prisoner of the wind

It flies to places all unknown

Where can I find freedom?