The American Dream
Trough the light that I can see, people roaming the streets free,
Everything is quite as it seems. Peoples minds are rushing makeing sure to save the
most they can, in order to make their family. They stive for as much as they can go,
down the big long road, the American dreem awaits them. They near their retirement
struggling to keep going, most fall short, and some make it, and they know,
they have reached the American dream.
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