Some say she's gone;
That her presence has been banned.
Some say she's dead;
That she's vanished from land.
The honest truth?
She lives and has always existed.
Though, some may oppose,
She's merely an imaginary figment.
As a vivid abstraction,
She lives in your fantasy -
Until a sane pessimist
Snaps you back into reality.
If her being is alive,
She will soon be dead.
Unless you are of royalty,
The guillotine has her head.
Shall she rest in violence
Or reap the kingdom,
Dreams and hopes will never die
That there exists [a] freedom.
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