6

I do write.

But I'm unable.

I do paint.

But my hands are short.

I do think.

But I can't think more.

I would sing.

If I wasn't so soft.

I do hear

But there's a range.

I do walk

But I tire

I do love

But love's just music

And where is music

If not in bounds?

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A prison's a prison no matter how small.