Libertas, Die te Servent!

 

Not fogetting is like a tumour

Once the heart keeps thinking about something,

The freedom is gone.

To remember makes tumour.

 

You can never say that you are free.

So why be angry when you are not fee

 

Happiness, it is your happiness,

Suffereing, it is your pain.

Live, it is your life,

Die, is your death

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