Freedom has a way of watching over us,
When mountains display acts of courage,
And fountains doubt their spillage,
From within they differ.
I see history of the devils and demons
Collide with fortunate gold and silver;
With diamonds from the air and earth,
As far as the sky can be seen with eyes of the head
That is intelligent.
We must act together in spirits
That deny our happy hearts
But aid the hungry individuals
And the offensive hunters and malcontents.
Watching the freedom of others made rules
Between the acts of the living.
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