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The Price of Freedom (much longer version)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A ghostly image of a soldier

stood in the background,

the scent of lilac's filled the air

even though it was winter.

 

A Mother with a babe in her

arms stood by a grave site.

Lilac's were the flowers her

husband had given her before

he left for war. So she

felt his presence.

 

She whispered, "Father this

is yo...

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