Set Me Free (For Mojca)
There she was one day
Sniffing around my circle
Was it the sound of her name
That aroused my interest?
Even though she accepted
The hand of friendship
Her soul was kept tightly closed
In fear of insensitivity
And disbelief as to the things
She had gone through
Though she expected nothing
She did not run away, not this time
Her mind firmly set, on being free
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