... Y de repente me puse la pollera a cuadros, me pinte media cara de celeste, me colgue la gaita sobre el hombro derecho, imagine el cielo de Escocia y exclame a mi paso LIBERTAD!!!
If You Know What I Mean...
"Aye, fight and you may die. Run, and you'll live... at least a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willin' to trade ALL the days, from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take... OUR FREEDOM! "
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