The wind lifts my flowing mane As I wander among the marble markers Of those resting the rest that comes to all one day They lay in peace while I attempt to attain my own Desiring to live my life in unrestrained freedom Even as I still carry the shackle once used to hold me back But that peace comes and goes like the changing wind As those who wish to cage me up again Pursue me with their pitif...
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