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The Price
The price of freedom
is it to much to pay.
To allow someone to come ashore
to live another day.
Allow these people to some dignity
and have a chance at a decent life.
They've suffered enough
they've had enough strife.
Dedicated to the
Syrian refugees
Friday 9th October 2015 5:59 pm
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