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January 22 I tasted years of freedom – The ultimate loneliness. Freedom is a lack of commitment. There can be no love when you are free. I prefer to feel devotion And seek your company. You give me a new kind of freedom – freedom to love and to share – Freedom to need and to want you – freedom to show that I care. Given a choice of my freedom Or having you here by my side – For one fleeting moment or always – My love shall forever abide. |
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