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liberty

Look up to skies black dire
dirty lock doors and chains
knock me down heart i wake
lord what is this destitute place
piercing body pains for abates
 
i falter with more or less hate
upon this unhappy face i state
move along with the human race
glory in the morning pray grace
 
long in prison my body decay
infected and diverse lies a pest
drink infested water stomach ache
for my distress likely to increase
at heaven’s gate my body in wait
change of fortune open thy gates
dusty and weary life in one piece
free from this foreign dirty place

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