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Freedom
- Do you ever feel free?
- No, I mean, really free.
- Like the eagle soaring high above his
aeyre,
- or the sandpiper dancing on a deserted shore?
- Or free like the wind must feel
- whistling around the snow-mantled mountains
- or the waves must feel
- crashing on the sandy island shores?
- Or free! Like the stars are,
- whirling high above this point of dust,
- endlessly,
- silently,
- into infinite space.
- Or free like you felt when you were three
- and that butterfly so briefly led you astray?
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