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 FREE LOVE

love must be as free

As is the eagle's wing,

Hovering o'er land and sea

And everything.

I must not dim my eye

In thy saloon,

I must not leave my sky

And nightly moon.

Be not the fowler's net

Which stays my flight,

And craftily is set

T' allure the sight.