To the pebbled stone, gold and diamonds are but siblings, equals. And the stones mourn their stolen kin, worlds away. For freedom, they saidAnd the promise of discoveryDisguised intentions They found us in the gladesAnd peddled their waysFor freedom, they said Their gifts came with invisible bonds and at times, very real chainsDoesn't knowledge demand […]
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