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Freedom

by DrippingFingers

I live on the moor My door to Freedom Freedom My Kingdom The fields are my home I dream My companions are safe The sky My roof Brightens with me As I dream they come To play To feast I wake to play with Freedom My Kingdom I live on the moor My door to Freedom Freedom My Kingdom
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