The land where you are free to buy...
anything as long as you tell the IRS about it
The land where you are free to grow any plant in your garden...
as long as the grass is 1 inch high and trees are pruned to perfection
The land of the free...
Return to the fire, Where the ashes continue higher. Underground hyenas Breath it every day But never seem to tire. One never really knows Of where there is to go. For every pillar and Every thicket Emits a fiery glow. Never a wait To burn down the chains and gate. For you, maybe so. But for me, this is my home And there's no escape.
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