Freedom Is Not Free
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James McLain
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Hear our living voice,
grow silent still.
The day grows light,
then dark the Devil's will.
Green grass dry moss,
upon the ground is brown.
Stunted trees lay short,
upon the earth.
And God has brought men up,
for us to cast him down.
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