Our freedom is but a light that breaks through from another world.
You should see me dance the Polka,
You should see me cover the ground,
You should see my coat-tails flying,
As I jump my partner round;
When the band commences playing,
My feet begin to go,
For a rollicking romping Polka,
Is the jolliest fun I know...
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