Answer
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Freedom
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Is
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Mine,
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The
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Earth
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Is
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Still,
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I
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Feel
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The
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Wind,
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I
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Breath
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Again
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And
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The
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Sky
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Clears,
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The
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World
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Is
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Waking.
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Drink
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From
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The
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Pool,
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How
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Clean
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The
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Taste.
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Never
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Forget
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The
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Years,
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The
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Waste.
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Nor
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Forgive
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Them
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For
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What
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They've
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Done.
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They
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Are
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The
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Guilty,
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Everyone.
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The
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Day
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Begins
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And
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Now
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Let's
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See
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What
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This
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New
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World
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Will
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Do
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For
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Me.
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You'll
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Have
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To
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Go,
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I'll
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Pay
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You
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Off
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For
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The
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Day.
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Collect
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Your
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Bits
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And
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Pieces
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There
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And
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Be
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On
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Your
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Way.
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You
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Have
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Given
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Me
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Half
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What
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The
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Other
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Men
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Get.
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This
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Handful
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Of
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Tin
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Wouldn't
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Buy
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My
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Sweat.
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You
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Broke
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Answer
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The
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Law,
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It's
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There
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For
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People
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To
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See.
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Why
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Should
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You
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Get
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The
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Same
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As
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Honest
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Men
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Like
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Me?
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And
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Now
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I
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Know
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How
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Freedom
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Feels,
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The
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Jailer
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Always
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At
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Your
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Heels,
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It
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Is
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The
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Law!
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This
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Piece
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Of
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Paper
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In
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My
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Hand
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That
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Makes
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Me
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Cursed
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Throughout
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The
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Land,
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It
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Is
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The
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Law!
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Like
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A
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Cur
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I
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Walk
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The
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Street.
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The
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Dirt
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Beneath
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Their
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Feet.
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Come
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In,
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Sir,
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For
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You
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Are
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Weary,
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And
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The
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Night
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Is
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Cold
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Out
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There.
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Though
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Our
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Lives
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Are
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Very
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Humble,
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What
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We
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Have,
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We
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Have
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To
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Share.
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He
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Let
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Me
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Eat
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My
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Fill,
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I
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Had
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The
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Lion's
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Share.
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Answer
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The
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Silver
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In
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My
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Hand
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Cost
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Twice
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What
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I
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Had
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Earned.
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In
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All
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Those
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Nineteen
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Years,
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That
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Lifetime
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Of
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Despair.
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And
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Yet
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He
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Trusted
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Me.
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The
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Old
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Fool
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Trusted
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Me,
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He'd
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Done
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His
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Bit
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Of
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Good.
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I
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Played
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The
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Grateful
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Serf
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And
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Thanked
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Him,
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Like
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I
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Should.
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But
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When
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The
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House
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Was
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Still,
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I
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Got
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Up
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In
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The
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Night,
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Took
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The
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Silver,
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Took
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My
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Flight!
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Tell
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His
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Reverence
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Your
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Story.
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Let
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Us
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See
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If
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He's
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Impressed.
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You
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Were
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Lodging
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Here
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Last
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Night.
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You
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Were
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The
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Honest
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Bishop's
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Guest.
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And
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Then,
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Out
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Of
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Christian
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Goodness,
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When
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He
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Learned
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About
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Your
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Plight.
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You
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Maintain
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He
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Made
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Answer
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A
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Present
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Of
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This
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Silver.
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That
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Is
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Right.
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But
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My
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Friend,
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You
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Left
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So
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Early,
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Surely
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Something
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Slipped
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Your
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Mind.
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You
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Forgot
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I
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Gave
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These
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Also,
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Would
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You
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Leave
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The
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Best
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Behind?
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So
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Messieurs,
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You
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May
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Release
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Him,
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For
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This
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Man
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Has
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Spoken
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True.
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I
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Commend
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You
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For
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Your
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Duty,
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And
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God's
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Blessing
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Go
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With
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You.
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But
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Remember
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This
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My
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Brother.
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See
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In
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This
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Some
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Higher
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Plan.
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You
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Must
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Use
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This
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Precious
|
Silver
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To
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Become
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An
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Honest
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Man.
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By
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The
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Witness
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Of
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The
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Martyrs,
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By
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The
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Passion
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And
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The
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Blood,
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God
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Has
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Raised
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You
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Out
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Of
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Darkness,
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I
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Have
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Bought
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Your
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Sould
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For
|
God.
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