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The Leaves of Liberty

The leaves of liberty fight a mighty storm,
Whilst tyranny's fire burns bright & warm.

The leaves of liberty have fallen down,
Stamped beneath the marching boots.
The leaves of liberty lie crisp & brown,
Shed so liberty can grow her roots.

For it is only by withstanding winter's chill
That her leaves burst forth with renewed will.

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