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Let us all offer thanksgiving,
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For Freedom has come to us;
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It's after ages that she has beamed
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Her radiance on us.
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In western climes Freedom comes
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With a shower of light and grace,
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But dry, sterile thunder is all
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She has for our own soil.
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Poverty and starvation,
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Repression and lawlessness, -
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It's with these happy blessings
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That she has come to us.
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Freedom, being of heavenly birth,
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Can't move from door to door;
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You'll find her camping in the homes
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Of a chosen few alone.
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She says she will not tolerate
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Any wealth in private hands;
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That's why they are wringing capital
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Out of the hands of everyone.
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There's mourning in every house
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But in sequestered bowers
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Our rulers, like bridegrooms,
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Are in Alliance win Freedom.
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Nabir Sheikh knows what Freedom means,
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For his wife was whisked away.
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He went on complaining until
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She bore Freedom in a new home !
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They searched her armpits seven times
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To see if she was hiding rice;
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In a basket covered with a shawl
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The peasant's wife brought Freedom home.
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There's restlessness in every heart,
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But no one dare speak out -
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Afraid that with their free expression
Freedom may be annoyed.