Land of Lincoln
I n growing up I was always proud
L incoln spent so much of his life here
L eaving us only for a higher calling.
I nto the fray of national division he strode
N ow convicted of the certainty of the cause.
O nly in the quiet moments alone could he bear the grief
I n the need to calm the nation by bathing it in blood
S o that all men could here be free.
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