"She's only a bird in a gilded cage,
A beautiful sight to see:
You may think she's happy and free from care;
She's not, though she seems to be.
'Tis sad when you think of her wasted life,
For youth cannot mate with age;
And her beauty was sold for an old man's gold:
She's a bird in a gilded cage."
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