<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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The main idea is that love is different in some societies
If you come here when the moon is full, the legend goes, you can see the ghost of an old sailor walking along the shore
