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We're so close A dream that I can't believe in anymore We're so close To the wall that told us we're nothing Nothing more than dirt beneath my shoes We're so close Goodbye to my family
This Island is dead. It's taken its last breath In the form of the last wind Bringing unknown traces of other civilizations.   It's closed its eyes forever No longer seeing the outside world
What a wonderful world don't you see Where I have all these restraints on me I am told with whom I can and cannot lye And how I am born is how I must die   Isn't it a wonderful country you see
Land of gold A workers paradise That's what we stood for Working hard with all our might   People from all over the precious globe Trying to start a new They knew it would not be easy
They called it the free world, Where people came from around the globe, Where people came seeking freedom, And now walk in fear.   What land of opportunity?
Dear Mr. President By: Princesa A. Santiago   Dear Mr. President thanks to you this country has never been greater,
We will ride the Wave of Hope. As we count to one-hundred and eighty, Headscarves ten with Haggard men. Fear and Freedom sit in proximity. The boat groans as the sea moans. Babies wail with the rain and hail
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