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I am a lotus, once grown in the dirty, filthy mud A flower that resonates with the sun and the northern mountains filled with flood I am a buffalo who is big, stubborn, dark-skinned, and slow
Well if they knew that we were political, We'd be done for.   Because they helped build new york But people from new york are broken themselves. And in spite of their open arms
Every morning at the beginning of class We all rise and stand as a mass Pledging to our country's flag But for many, it can become such a drag  To realize that we won't pledge any more
Skyscraper tall as mountains Long highways as river Cities crowded of people Nation of the food The best athletes AMERICA Black, White Latino and Asian people A-M-E-R-I-C-A 7 letters
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