I Can Dream
I can dream, can't I?
Everything old is new again,
all that was is now on rewind and repeat.
Look at history -
we are immigrants,
sojourners from our homeland,
it's a struggle and a strain
fighting for freedom's voice once again.
A land where everyone is equally the same
looking for a place to be free.
wasn't that America?.
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