Dove Beautiful Hands of a Child
Towards an azure sky
often you fly
Torch of Liberty Island
hand
Draped in a toga,
You light the world
Presents We often forget you
,
Absent
They're looking all the time
long been on our currency
You are close
equality and fraternity
Yet in a world market
Men and women may not
buy you.
You do not have a price
I know and I would
On behalf of all oppressed
I scream your name: Freedom.
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