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& March 10, 1959 (Memories Of The Taste Of Freedom)
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Walking out where my soul is called.
Where even Stones are so mysterious
Working out.Where the pain is borne
where the Chinese thorn Wounds the soul of the world.
Where people close to the end.
Can believe in love again.
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Walking out through the ancient walls
Children's Eyes so sweet so serious.
Watching out for a sign of love.
Victims of insane and destructive games
Guilty Of Being borne when dreams are coming to an end.
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The dream of the people of a magic land
Who who belive in love again?
Leave it out in the name of love.
Tortures can keep them Quiet as you want.
Crying out on the ancient wall.
Prayers will fly high you can't keep them quiet.
bad Wolf with a billion heads their Faith is not dead
The dream of the people of a magic land.
Just to be free to love to live again.
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Walking out get there working out.
The dream of the people of a Mystic land.
Who who believe in love again?