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<<if visited("Begin another") is 2>>The country sings, it sings! [[Love]] !!![[Revolution]] <<elseif visited("Begin another") is 3>> Louder, louder it sings. It will not be stopped [[Love]] !![[Revolution]] <<elseif visited("Begin another") is 4>> Your will is no longer your own. There is a burning, a burning, you must write for your people. You must write a new song. ![[Revolution]] <<else>>There is a song in your bones. It sings It sings It sings of [[Love]] [[Revolution]] <</if>>[[There can be no love without freedom|Revolution]] [[There will never be freedom, find joy in love]]<<if visited("I want to live, obscure") is 1>>Surely, this time they must catch you [[Live again, another day|I want to live, obscure]] [[This time, I will burn|I would die for my fire]] <<elseif visited("I want to live, obscure") is 2>> Surely they see you! [[Another day, I want another!|I want to live, obscure]] [[Let them come!|I would die for my fire]] <<elseif visited("I want to live, obscure") is 3>> Your have burned too bright, and the world has seen it. You hear a knock upon the door it is done. You will not live to see if you bought freedom. <<else>>Your song is a fire, burning you through your pen, bleeding you through your ink. Your song is a pyre Do not add your name They will burn you with your song [[I want to live, obscure]] [[I would die for my fire]] <</if>><<if visited("Begin another") is 2>>The song spreads, faster than the first. People wonder. Somebody must suspect. [[Live on]] [[Begin another]] <<elseif visited("Begin another") is 3>> Bolder, bolder. They cannot see you. You are invisible, indestructible. [[Live on]] [[Begin another]] <<else>>Your conquerors are brutal. You may not live to hear your song. They will shatter you the way they have shattered so much before. The pieces of your country's bones pierce your feet whenever you pass. The song will inspire alone. There is courage in living to write again. Intent. Intent is all. [[Live on]] [[Begin another]] <</if>>Your conquerors sit upon your country's chest. Feeding. Growing fat on her blood. Her bones. Her milk. Her children lie starving. It cannot stand it cannot stand you will pledge your name and die for it, for people must see more than the words. They must know a living heart had courage to bleed them. They must see you burn to light the way. [[Intent. Intent is all.]]This is not your gentle accent. This is the sound of the sword and the boot. They sing it without your country's name, they sing it as if it was theirs. Gory glory to the conquerors! They have taken the song, ripped out its heart and claimed it for themselves. It can never be yours again. <div class="text"> <<linkreplace "Weep">>Weep <<linkreplace "Weep">>Weep <<link "Weep">> <<if $fade is 0>> <<addclass ".text" "fade">> <<set $fade to 1>> <<elseif $fade is 1>> <<removeclass ".text" "fade">> <<addclass ".text" "fade1">> <<set $fade to 2>> <<elseif $fade is 2>> <<removeclass ".text" "fade1">> <<addclass ".text" "fade2">> <<set $fade to 3>> <<elseif $fade is 3>> <<removeclass ".text" "fade2">> <<addclass ".text" "fade3">> <<set $fade to 4>> <<elseif $fade is 4>> <<set $fade to 5>> <<goto "Weep">> <</if>> <</link>> [[No!]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> </div>Love is beautiful. Let the people dream, let them smile while they can. Love is fleeting. Soldiers may take your love from you in a thousand ways. By a bullet. By conscription. By their overreaching lust. Grasping, grasping. There is nothing else to look towards but dreams. Dream of how beautiful love is. Before the living kills you. Before the loving kills you. There is not freedom, but there could be a day of love. UI.restart();<<set $fade to 0>> <<remove "#ui-bar-history">><<timed 2s>>It cannot stand <<next>>It cannot stand <<next>>You cannot stand <<next>> you <<next>> fall<</timed>><<timed 10s t8n>><<timed 1s>> <<next>>s<<next>>l<<next>>o<<next>>w<<next>>l<<next>>y <</timed>> <<timed 8s t8n>>There is nothing left. They have won again. Nothing can ever be yours. <</timed>> <</timed>>You write with caution. More than write, you live. You hear the song, furtive and small. On street corners. In hushed houses. Yet they sing, they sing, they sing. One day you turn on the radio and [[hear]]Let them sing! The people sing louder. They sing truer. There are more of us. There are more of us! We will sing so loud we shake the sky. Break the sky Cloud-tears to wash away the blood again A flood again Sing! And they will not stand.You will scream until they take your tongue You will write until they take your hands You will not live to see if you bought freedom But when they take your head You will bleed more revolution Breed more revolution Ten more, and then a dozen Until flooded, they cannot stand There is no peace for the conquered There is only the fire or freedom.