Freedom
Freedom, my friend,
Broke my bonds of misfortune,
Giving me the key to my primordial rights,
And allowing me to fight my primeval strifes.
Never again will I be the subject of impotence,
For the sword over my head is dismantled,
The statue of slavery is crumbling,
Our bonds are unbundling,
We will previal through the night,
For we are able to reach our maximum heights.
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