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Our dire freedom

Fruit of light, take my soul, show the wonder, blasting, oh, colourful goal.

Capture this wondering mind, resist the gleaming fright, help disperse the wicked inner dread. Wake, Wake, my inner sight.

Sight so sought, needed giving, away the internal rot. None will say, this or any other day, truth well needed, our dire freedom.

Stave the roaming lie, open the flaming mind. So my lady light, awake, come not for one, You, only you, are true.

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Written by Dennis Faherty