Free
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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.
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