Salute the one, liberal-minded
Without contest, decided
Man, free will, imbue.
I, as well, in what beforehand
Is of that faith all was planned.
A child of fate too!
And so can be heard my relief
Even as smiles through each grief!
Easy breaths, sinks in!
And it may be, in any case
Is, that writ, none can erase
Of angel's penning!
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