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If I ever write my Ode to Freedom It will be in prose that chimes with me It would be a simple Ode to Freedom Not pretentious, but with dignity I would like to think that freedom is More than just a word In grand and lofty language Odes to Freedom often go unheard If I ever wrote my Ode to Freedom Being privileged and spoilt for choice Then I fear that you would Be suspicious Of the cause to which I'd lend my voice It's elusive and it's hard to hold It's a fleeting thing That's why there is no Ode to Freedom truly worth remembering I wish someone would write an Ode to Freedom that we all could sing