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 Over and over
    I tell the sky:
    I am free—I!

 Over and over I tell the sea:
   —I am free!

 Over and over I tell my lover
    I am free, free!
 Over and over.

But when the night comes black and cold,
I who am young, with fear grow old;
And I know, when the world is clear of sound,
I am bound—bound.

by Mary Carolyn Davies.

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