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In fields where wildflowers paint the breeze,
Freedom dances beneath the swaying trees.
With open skies and horizons wide,
Liberty whispers, a heart's trusted guide.

Chains of silence break, as voices rise,
Echoing dreams in the boundless skies.
Through trials faced and battles fought,
In the tapestry of hope, freedom is sought.

A flame ignites in each soul's embrace,
For liberty's light, we all yearn to chase.

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Merovingian Club

A club for red-pilled exiles.