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September 10, 2017

I thought of freedom out in space;

It turns out free is locked in place.

Try to dance with happy face,

Yet efforts bring no warm embrace.

With sunrise can we just rejoice?

Answer comes in tone of voice

To tell me it was all my choice.

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