Oh, the awful walls That prison me! My flesh, my bones, My heart Which beats Its measured cadence Deep within, All these chain me Faster Than any stone or steel, Guard me closer Than any rifled watch. Nor were my jailors Content To leave me Peaceful in my solitude. No, they Torture me In a single Most effective way More searing than any fire, More grueling than any rack. Though they Took my freedom, Oh God, They left my memory!
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