Freedom
Like ashes to ashes
Or the crushed wings of a moth
My body will wither
Will turn into dust
My soul, worn and tattered
Shall never be shattered
Will shine through the rust
Won’t waver or dither
To break free of all its cloth
It dashes, it dashes
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