If she had got wings she would definitely fly away, but she is still struggling to escape her misery. She is still awaiting someone, someone who would free her from her perennial distress, someone, who is far far away in a distant land who would never answer her call.
She awaits and I know, she told me, she will wait until her death.
She told me to write this for you to know. I know now you know.
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