all different languages,
male and female…
crying out against the roar:
WE WANT TO BE FREE!
one small voice,
a face soon forgotten,
but a body and a soul…
one small voice,
but now every voice counts,
we are together the voice
of humanity and hope…
WE WANT TO BE FREE!
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