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Independent Still Not Free

Independent yet still not free 
What are we what is this country
the dawn of reality 
After finally you see
This earth this world never belonged to you or me
As hope dies dreams flee
No way no longer can we believe
That eventually our country may be
The home of the strong brave and free
Instead of a sore on humanity
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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