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There's this call of freedom Surrounding you, Like the wind blowing around, Whipping your clothes on. You're like a stallion Running in the breeze, No master, no chief. An air of power Fulling your lungs, You keep your course, Dreaming on
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Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
Freedom
There's this call of freedom Surrounding you, Like the wind blowing around, Whipping your clothes on. You're like a stallion Running in the breeze, No master, no chief. An air of power Fulling your lungs, You keep your course, Dreaming on
Aupheylie
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Québec
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
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