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Freedom Awaits

We stand in the streets,
Rain pouring from the sky,
Dripping from the faitly rusted barbed wire,
The nazi's eyes burns ours with hate.
Then there is sunlight,
Peeking from beneath the clouds,
And the familiar glare of the nazi,
Fades away,
The gate slowly opens to a new life.
The beginning of freedom.

Jamie E.
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