Old Freedom
I’m a state without statesmen
That exists until I breathe
Though with all attention span
You won’t see a state like this
I’m a country with no borders
Rooted in the autumn sky
I don’t set no laws and orders
I’m not forcing any ties
Prohibitions and permissions
Ain’t the games I press to play
Live upon your own conditions
Pay whatever you can pay
I’m a peaceful antination
Nonpolitical empire
With no foreign validation
And no stamp when to expire
Guess my name - I bet you’ll go
First with madness then with dreaming
Sorry to upset, but no
You won’t notice your old freedom.
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