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754 · May 2013
well of freedom
they came and grabbed
our backs they stabbed
thought for good they came
only to leave our lives lame

our land they put to use
resources were profuse
all we enjoyed as sweet
soon was under their feet

our fathers saw it
that all was no more fit
advantage of our trust
to subjects was ******

they ran without food
hidden deep in the wood
for their land a sword
for freedom their blood

no longer to be subjects
for the masters as objects
they saved their freedom
and regained their kingdom

for all they fought
with their blood bought
the freedom they wanted
with pain to us they granted

but who draws from this well?
we fight but never tell
the waters they fought for
to get we struggle before

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