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By Cardinal Cox
Like a Phoenix arose A spirit of one who knows The world is not a Paradise yet. Turn, towards England, bird There, the mob languish still Chaff ground out by Mill Eager for a fiery word. Still stony hearts rule while Mothers beg on rain-washed streets And pimps guard the law. Freedom a burden to be carried a mile Liberty a quest of mighty feats And truth never a whore. |
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