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I spoke to liberty and liberty spoke to me
Asking softly, “Do you really want to be
free?”
I murmured to melancholy and melancholy said
“Why do all these thoughts go through your
head?”
I asked for grace and grace touched my life
Saying, “Quiet for now. Forget all your
strife.”
Then I walked on alone. Touched to the bone.
The anger and the pain, washed by the rain
Dissolved as I wept.
Then, fortunately I slept.
I spoke to liberty and liberty spoke to me
Asking softly, “Do you really want to be
free?”
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