"...For all these dull dead men in their grey suits whose whips beat us
senseless there is an angel to wake us, before dawn, between one
footfall here and the next, before day breaks, on these damp drunk tram
tracks heading towards winter walking head bent to the sound the song
the voice of free men and free women whose hearts and dreams are the
lungs of the world
We will be free!"
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