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Can you see? Can you see it in the window? With wings white with winter snow. Can you see? Can you see her sore? Into the horizon where the roof kisses the sky. Can you hear? Can you hear the hurt in her voice? The sound of a lost lonely lark. Can you hear? Can you hear the eco? The sound of her wings as they take her on her journey. Can you feel it? Can you feel the breeze? The cold blustery winds which fight against her. Can you feel it? Can you feel her strength ? As she refuse to capitulate. you will see you have no control over her. You will hear her voice as a reminder of your defeat. You will feel as she felt, lost and alone. For she will break free of the bondages of your oppression. Inspired by The Color Purple by Alice Walker