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I am from...


I am from the sound of trees rustling in the wind.

I am from midnight breezes across many cold lakes.

I am from the center of the land of the free and the home of the brave.

I am from hot summer days and cold winter nights.

I am from cheese and beer and football Sundays.

I am from two big families all from the same place.

I am from one place but wish to be from many.

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