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Long Live Freedom!
I'm not a child any more.
I am outraged by sleepy stories.
I know we're all dying,
but I can't find my voice.
But it's my duty to say
I have a right to fight.
So I'll put my voice on paper
and give it for others to find.
They call us fragile,
a future made of glass,
but even the innocent rose
can kill with its thorns.
If I could but speak
six times to be heard.
I know I could at least
get the truth past blind ears.
They call us fragile,
a future made of glass,
but even the innocent rose
can kill with its thorns.
I'll take the bait with a smile.
But later, when I'm away,
I will let one see my face.
They call us fragile,
a future made of glass,
but even the innocent rose
can kill with its thorns.
I will take the pain with a smile.
I will not turn; I will not flinch.
I will shed my petals on the ground
and watch as the world turns white.
They called us fragile,
a future made of glass,
but even innocent children
can persuade freedom to live.
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