A respected man he is
A loved man he is
For his doings, for what he did
Yes he is a freedom fighter
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Walking with arms at my back
On corridor of liberty,
Where man's dream was once met,
And again, man's wound is abolished.
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Will you thy beautiful
Thy pleasant with fragrant posies
My flower in the garden
Stain on my face tears; morrow
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Like a river flow
With passion of melody so down and low
With an embrace so warm and tender
We will grow fonder
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Listen to the songs of the children
Listen to the cry of the frogs
Listen to the melodies of the birds in the sky
Rejoicing to the ever changing seasons
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A shining arrow of William Shakespeare
Of which he was known for
A man of believe
A sacrificer in love
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Is written in black and white
On a fine huge paper
I always wonder why it of agony is.
And not of humanity
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My heart flatter for him
It is him it desire
Him who it admires
My life it’s devoted on him
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If time wouldn’t be an object
The grave will also be eternity
My heart never stops
In the depth of my soul
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That my breath counts confines
My chest, the rhyming beat defines
Of the wounds that forbid my bliss
That its hold hurt, nor the kiss
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