Freedom Again

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By <i><b> ♥ Break The Tradition

the sky is what, but symbolic freedom lives benounced within the clouds rain shows the lives we live washing away the feelings we give the blue in the sky turns to black over time happiness turns to remorse the sun so bright shows through the cluds so dark and birds are singing the sound of the lark trees reach up to a destination and the colors roll through in preperation day turns to night while dark goes to light and freedom we have is lost the world spins through each day is shown anew and the light is shown again and freedom is shown again

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