America America
?America America
the beautiful land across the Atlantic
that once desolate land:
where like sardines in can; we were shipped
to labour with our blood and sweat.
oh America, the greatest
that distant land;
we’ve all accepted as home…
give us this day our liberty,
and forever remain blind to our colours, stretch forth your hands in love and embrace the beauty within.
America America…
my sweet America,
land of our heritage…
in God we trust;
and the dreams of our fathers we must keep alive.
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