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6 foot 7 makes self sufficient
Drums pavement clink clanking walking barefoot
On Puddles of thought dried to subsistence
Carelessly focusing on how not to look
Indecisive ones with pure intentions
While restlessly calm fidget sitting still
In comes independence speech invented
Declaring loyalty but not to kneel
16 revoke as 17 revolt
Pure intent screams inside confused in sorrow
What looks as it seems does what is in fault
No cure no hope hearts pump love shown hollow
No need to rise up if we never fall
Then freedom can be freedom without crime
No need to let go if rights don't pause
Then love can cry because feelings have eyes
6 foot 7 inches independent
Hulks over reasoning for one reason
16 rebuke and 17 in division
Independence remembers true freedom...
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