Freedom
The call, freedom while holding hands,
Old bricks falling in lover’s kiss,
New beginnings we could not miss,
Our destiny in German lands.
Eyes staring to future’s abyss
Our love; those dreams at last we knew
The cry, freedom, to know of this,
That two can beat, as one is true.
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