The tongue unlocked, with everything to say,
Forgets its borders and lets loose its songs;
The mind receives them and, like alchemy,
Makes gold of what was lost or shot away.
- Sir Andrew Motion
Derived from the article Guarding the privilege of free speech on Guardian
Forgets its borders and lets loose its songs;
The mind receives them and, like alchemy,
Makes gold of what was lost or shot away.
- Sir Andrew Motion
Derived from the article Guarding the privilege of free speech on Guardian
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