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Whispers of Freedom
In the silence of the night, under the moon’s soft glow,
A heart whispers its plea, a soul begins to show.
“I want to live, let me live,” it cries to the sky,
“I want to cry, let me cry,” without asking why.
Beneath the stars so bright, where...
A heart whispers its plea, a soul begins to show.
“I want to live, let me live,” it cries to the sky,
“I want to cry, let me cry,” without asking why.
Beneath the stars so bright, where...
