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Freely love, freely give of yourself and more
CRy it out when you are trapped ThEre's more to life, an open door TirEd though you often have napped You Don't need to worry a moment longer Eyes Open, look up and take a sip of air Fresh Morning, fresh start, feel stronger Burden Of tyranny washed away and gone Simpler Few words could hardly feel wrong How is a Fine melody made of this mess? Will love Offer these words to your lips Where sorRow has found its bitter caress? Why not Grin through it, put hands on your hips? Who is Ignorant of the internal strife? What eVer does it take to say it bold and straight When Everyone else grabs the knife? FrieNds aren't the ones who cheer on the hate RelEase the pain, there is yet another way DeSpair can be vanquished, a soul mended AS words escape your lips,"I forgive you today."
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