<span>Out of darkness the free come to the lightFreedom so soft the future so brightLife for the one in fear is restrainedEveryday is a painCan’t say anything
Restricted from everythingThe fearful speak of fearBut the free speak of cheerThey know that joy is near.
The weak think of how they are weakThey think of how they have no voiceBut they have a choice.There thoughts are full of fearFor they think of freedomLet freedom ring
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old man : my boy thanks for taking care of me
boy: owww your welcome (he smiled)
old man : I'm getting older and older I'm not hyperactive like you
boy: yeah you're right, my teacher said that ww have to help old people who can't do things them selves
old man : yeah that's good, even you your growing some will help you my dear ( hugging the boy)
boy : thanks grandpa
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A. Reflective, meaningless, love life
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