In the dawning waking hour
He'll lift his head and brush
Let the river rock you like a cradle
Climb to the
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Sometimes I fee
Hey, look yonder, tell me what's that you see
Marching to
I can't buy the lie and it don't matter
Even though
Oh, day is near, darkness gone and the word is
A minstrel came down from Gaul, with scores of tales
The faces in my sleep
Are buried very deep
They only surface
Ramón, he drives a four wheeled cart,
His plow cracks
You have anticipated all the players
Your silent judgment growin
And from
There is a secret that has been kept from man
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