Now body is out of soul,
It is your soul,
Pure and secure,
Paving the way for further freedom,
As it was earlier,
It pales into banal, all,
For absolute free is soul,
That was a weak reed,
Now like a tree oak,
No arrow thrown,
No war cry made,
Smile away my friend,
celebrate, my friend
Thy soul's deliverance.
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