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I'm out,free at last.
Free from the tears and the scorn of the past.
The wind beneath my wings
whisp gentle and soft the love it brings.
No limits to the heights I soar,
from this dimension to another,
these wings of love my heart discovers.
The wind in my face, pure and free,
speaking loud and clear, "Fly with me."
From the tallest mountain I hear my name,
"Robin, free at last, fly high, forget the past."
On a cloud I rest my new freedom,
breathing the Creator deep within my heart,
ever thankful of my new start.
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F***ed, Drugs, Rock & Roll...
