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Let Me Run Across That Jagged Horizon

Let me run across that jagged horizon.
Let me chase the dying sun.
I want to swallow cold air.
I want to slip on ice.
Scrape my knees on the granite.
Let my teeth taste the snow.
I will use the ropes of my guts to climb her.

All your talk of liberty is a prison.
This is freedom, and it will be mine.

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