Speak not of offerings, resignation and sacrifice,
Promise not of stardust if you do not pay the price,
Pledge not of days to come when past is still present,
Vow not of happiness in these your days of discontent,
For I am freedom I spread my wings and soar and fly,
Over the tall trees the dark city up there in the sky,
No longer do I speak nor promise nor pledge or vow,
The past, present and future have turned to just now,
No longer do I care of the untouched holly sacred cow,
From up in the sky like the raven I wave at thee ciao,

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