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Freedom MAG

By Anonymous

The world freezes a cold skin over itself
The oaks are all tight andpacked together
Some are weeping, dying from the cold
The oaks want toexpand
The sparrows are all on the ground
They have nowhere to go
Allthey want is to spread their wings and fly
Endlessly into the sky
They needfreedom they want freedom
Freedom, freedom they sing
They want to leavethese protective covers and fly away, far far away
The closer and longer theworld holds them the more they want to leave
They wait to break through thecruel soil, like the first sprouts in spring






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i love this so much!