I shall not sing unless
My will to full agrees without constraint:
From the full assuredness of liberty
And freedom like a bird chirping merrily
Unbounded in its flying through the sky:
Then sing I as I sing without knowing
Where my song came from, nor what it means:
Save that my heart rolls, my blood rolls on
Without a stop in the full river flow
In freedom like a bird chirping merrily
Unbounded in its flying through the sky
And then will sing I my canto optional
Where think I that I sing what will I
My grief, my bursting heart, my agony
The anchors of my liberty as I sing:
My sovereign masters yet in this my liberty:
I sing with freedom chained to my emotions.
Yet how can I disavow these my sweet masters?
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