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America


America’s my homeland.

I’m proud of where I live.

And when I see a flying flag.

I have respect to give.

 

I’m thankful for our fathers.

Who made this country free.

I’m grateful for the men who died

To give us liberty.

 

I’m thankful for my freedom

I’m grateful for my rights

I’m glad I have the liberty

To climb successful heights.

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