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Well here is my feeble attempt, certainly not as good as yours, and probably too easy. While I enjoy immensely guessing at riddles, writing one is a nighmare, anyway here it is.
When light and hope are long forgotten
Behind closed doors, in deep dungeons and chains of iron,
Only I can find a way
Over the mountains or under wide waters and even to the highest tower
To come and bring back
Friend to friend, lover to lover and kinsman to kinsman,
Allowing the tortured souls
To give voice one last time before they are released.
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