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America The moment I stepped off the plane I set foot on a soil as rapid as vain; And as I looked up at that golden sky, I saw it there, waving proudly as high. The sounds I heard, those images in flight of countrymen who stood up to fight; With people who work and turn their sorrow into living for a far better tomorrow. Could she, with all her fame, just sit back and stay the same; She turns in each and every way and makes the future come today. I stand so tall and proud her anthem echoes long and loud and drowns out all of my fears of having spent those silent years Outside her endless boudaries |
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