Sometimes I lived through her, not by her
Let my mind wander and float outside her
They'd speak, they'd laugh, she didn't mind her
They were separate ones, left no outsider
Allow her to float freely,
no minder
Nor we or she had owned her
Controlled her self, true soldier
You shall not take her, no sir
No commodity, self owner
She cannot be turned over
You are your own, we told her.
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