I'm Free From Thee; And Thou No More Shalt Hear My Puling Pipe To Beat Against Thine Ear. Farewell My Shackles, Though Of Pearl They Be; Such Precious Thraldom Ne'er Shall Fetter Me. He Loves His Bonds Who, When The First Are Broke, Submits His Neck Unto A Second Yoke.
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