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freedom is to
leave the dark shadow
and to run freely
across the meadow

he begged god
so they would know
he never wanted
to say hello

from the nicest friend
to the rudest foe
full of hatred
and painful sorrow

a regret of fate
so bitter to swallow
hoping He would give
the best of tomorrow

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