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God Bless America

Through the rolling hills of Colorado
 To the sounds of Louisiana & Hampton Beach
 I tip my hat to every soldier that may seem so out of reach
 Through a lone portal in a storm there's room for more
 Lest I implore another way an opened door
 It's the home of the free and land of the brave
 This land has enough for people to crave
 Shattered dreams left helpless by evil schemes
 When you come to this land of free you will soon agree
 With mighty rolling hills & crimsome tide
 We welcome new people in yet they just run away & hide
 Lands where my fathers died a soft reply
 A chosen vessel displayed in blazing portals enflamed
 Let me be the first to explain it's in the tender touch
 Of the lone soldier selling poppies at the local store
 It's written on the many faces never filled with social disgraces
 The setting of the sun to the fullest moon at night
 There sets ablaze a flag that many honor & celebrate
 It's in the heart of a lost stranger somewhere searching in the night
 The tide goes out to watch on with it's fullest of light
 Old glory stands for the red, white & blue
 Let's shine the light that's burning bright for everyone to see

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