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A eulogy to all free thinkers of this world who have crossed over the divide. |
| The Walk Now that the hour has come To take that promised walk To the valley, oh so green Hidden from all of the world To lie down in the pastures, oh so green And let my spirit soar free with eagles on high And may I let the wolves play With my mortal shell. Do not grieve for when I am gone For I am still upon this mortal sphere Watching over the world from on high The world that is but not free Playing with the eagles, oh so free Forgive me not for all I have wronged For my spirit has been forgiven By the great spirit for all my wrongs And he has freed my spirit To soar on high, to roam so freely So to pastures oh so green I go to lie, to close my eyes To rest this world weary shell Do not awaken me ‘Til the wrongs of this world Have righted upon this mortal sphere So do not grieve, remember I am free More free than you or I would ever be So go now in peace and be as free My fellow man as I am now. |
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