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Liberté

I feel the freedom 

you gave with your life

Those who fought for Liberté 

Your mettle to my ipseity,

Like wind to my face,Your 

touch to my freedom

through all time  

Born by your death

the strength to our hands

The ideal of Liberté 

like grain to the land

🌷(3)

◄ The cello player

Time has Fallen ►

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