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Only the HeartJoin now to read essay Only the HeartAnd only the prisoner knowsThe dream of freedom on his tongue,Sweet foretaste of the summer wind,That blowsAcross the waving green of the young rice,Across the unchained current of the distant dream,Between the singing strands of taut-stretched barrier-wire,To speak the future freelyIn guarded whispersOnly the prisoner knows.