Owen Innsley - Bondage lyrics

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Owen Innsley - Bondage lyrics

"And this is freedom?" cried the serf. "At last I tread free soil, the free air blows on me;" And, wild to learn the sweets of liberty, With eager hope his bosom bounded fast. But not for naught had the long years ama**ed Habit of slavery; among the free He still was servile, and, disheartened, he Crept back to the old bondage of the past. Long did I bear a hard and heavy chain Wreathèd with amaranth and asphodel, But through the flower-breaths stole the heavy pain. I cast it off and fled, but 'twas in vain; For when once more I pa**ed by where it fell, I took it up and bound it on again.

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