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America was made To be great. From the small towns to businesses, It was all so great. Until one day settlers came along. From Columbus to Addams, They started out strong.
They come From the great sea Wanting everything Taking all We try to talk, Reason These beings So rough and alien
"What did we do to you?" the chief asks in his head His people's feet are bloody from the miles they'd tread
Not a prayer could forgive The injustice done On sacred grounds Or the blood split Or Trail of Tears. Nor could one admit The hyprocrisy That made a people Undone.  
The tingling sensation felt in my fingertips. The crevices of our hands joined together by an inseparable bond. The excitement and commotion caused by the fluttering insects leaping in my stomach.
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