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Whenever I felt my freedom-I became a slave,
My thought binds me puts me in unknown cave,
Deep darken cave with no way out-complete trap,
My thought again awakes me with new, with clap,
Iteration, wheeling, circling, boring me to dead,
Not often, but always I suffered, always I bled
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