Who said I am free?
Call him, I would
Like to test him.
Do you know what is free?
Even air is not free
And air cannot go
Exceeding its limit.
With this light
If you want to see me again
Let me reappeared, wait.
Waiting is charming,
If you know the art of waiting,
And what is that art?
Come to the process and see.
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