Ode To The Republic
Under the lightsby the treeI see you near me.O graciousman that you areno one can beat you.For seasons shall comeas foreseen by our maker.But none shall matchLiberty'sRed-White-Blue.O glorious Republicyou stand likea beaconfor all eonsthat will be. Written August 26th, 2001 © on Aug 26 2001 01:09 PM PST 0 • 9
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"Under the lightsby the treeI see you near me.O graciousman that you areno one can beat you.For seasons shall comeas foreseen by our maker.But none shall matchLiberty'sRed-White-Blue.O glorious Republicyou stand likea beaconfor all eonsthat will be...."