Freedom
Let freedom ring,
On a silent field.
Let the blind man sing,
To the desolate corpse.
Let today, be a day of reckoning,
For the dead who paid with thier lives.
They wanted freedom,
Well now they have it.
Thier souls are free,
Their bodies dead.
Freedom cost lives.
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