.Your honeyed words slide over all of our dead
Your pregnant jails are leaking all of our young..
And over the mountain,
and over the sea,
the song of a thousand birds is singing
''We'll be free''
They cut off our branches but we'll grow them back,
our roots are too deep in t.
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