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~ A VISITOR FROM THE PAST ~

I had a dream the other night, I didn’t understand.
A figure walking through the mist, with a flintlock in his hand.
His clothes were torn and dirty, as he stood there by my bed,
He took off his three-cornered hat,
and speaking low, he said:

“We fought a revolution, to secure our liberty.