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Do not tell me I did not love this place The home in which I live These things that I've done in its name Are not yours to forgive   For weren't we just children Who loved a place too much
Roaring through the Purple Mountains Majesty Comes a thunder deeper than any ocean And from across the golden fields and valleys Comes a great people in motion
Peaceful Protests are all I ask Is that such a difficult task? I love marches and speeches, You know, when people haven't turned into leeches Sucking out rational thinking
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