The Land of the Free

America,
the grand old U.S fo A,
the soil withholds
the sweat which
built our strength
and pride.

Red,
white,
and blue
continually
sways a cheery hello
to all who visit.

From the breath-taking Grand Canyon
to the precious gift of the Statue of Liberty,
freedom holds no end.
This land has the
powr to determine
the future.

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