The American Dream
"It's the American Dream," I was told
And just like that my dreams became gold
It was full of hope
Hard to tear unlike rope
I knew it was my American Dream
Gaining speed like a stream
And I cannot wait for the day
The world hears me say,
"I am the American Dream"
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