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Author: The Exile
Fiction Rated: K - English - Drama - Reviews: 2 - Published: 01-12-05 - Updated: 01-12-05 - id:1805692

From Emulator With Love

So they declared us illegal

In your prison you waited,

Then, stole a laptop and ran into the forest.

I will save your game.

Come with me to the Free Place.

Take not their coin,

Those who would abandon us and

Still claim us as their own.

It is midnight

And they are closed

But I am open to you.

I will save your game

It will only take a moment.

Come with me to the Free Place

And I will read these words out to you

Words that were so foreign

Foreign and distant

They would not let me cross the sea

No country can own me now

This is my exile's love song

Let me save your game

In the chapel of freedom

In the Free Place there is a lost dungeon

The sealed world of the never-was

Ours is the key;

And, proclaiming to the silent walls

'You can still be!'

We sing the songs of no event

They can hide none from us.

Let me save your game

And I will show you freedom



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