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as the prisoner blinks in the sun like a mole from his hole a child 1st trip away from home that moment of freedom Když prijde svoboda a trestanec mžiká ve slunci jako krtek z podzemi když díte prvne opustí domov Chvíle, v niž přijde svoboda If you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it\'s yours, if it doesn\'t, it never was. |
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