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On the banks of the Potomac
Where the cherry blossoms grow
Stands our nation's capital
With monuments all in a row
The laws that make us a great nation
Are decided in its halls
The names of those who died for our country
Are emblazoned on Memorial Walls
Steeped in natural history
Envied by the world
Filled with pride and patriotism
Whenever the flag is unfurled
She was burned down by the British
But from the ashes she rose
Like the mythological Phoenix
Or so the story goes
Though laden with corruption
Filled with lust and greed
She's still a symbol of freedom
For every nation's seed
She stands as a sign to many
Who chase the American Dream
The great land of opportunity
Where freedom casts its gleam
And so its history tells us
Of those who freely gave
The ultimate sacrifice to keep us
The land of the free and the home of the brave
Curtis Moorman
9 February 2008
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