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I had helped save millions of lives, or so I was told, And how many more I would help, couldn’t be foretold, At a time, when people were dying from being in the cold, I had apparently given survival a
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Every time I am asked, why the truth has me enslaved, It reminds me of my freedom, that darkness has depraved, So I tell them, “the truth has, and seeks, no control of me”, “The truth is not about control,