mycountrytisofthee
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The night is made of stars
and mixed with them lie flames
of colors past red, white, and blue
purples and yellows tell our wars
pink and greens our hope
We lift our heads up high
These words that were written so long ago
They cease to shine. They cease to grow.
They mock me now, day in and day out.
For tis nothing but a puppet show,
I wonder why we ignore the past
