No Peace, No Freedom

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I see the star up on high,

In its place in the sky.

I see the fish roam free in the sea.

I see the mountain standing proud,

With its head in the clouds;

And I wonder why I can't be free.

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When in calm reverie,

When alone by the sea,

I see beyond that which I know.

Still, I cannot understand,

Man's vile contempt for man;

And I wonder why God blessed man so.

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I see the bright morning sun,

As it frees the early dawn.

I see the clover unchained in the lea.

And stand burning inside,

For on this river's side,

There's no peace, no freedom for me.