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He bows his head to the earth, not in surrender, but in gratitude for a land that is his. Freedom isn't loud, Freedom, is a field, a flower, a breeze in the wind—Freedom is a land that never ends.
He bows his head to the earth, not in surrender, but in gratitude for a land that is his. Freedom isn't loud, Freedom, is a field, a flower, a breeze in the wind—Freedom is a land that never ends.