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Freedom's Child

Freedom's child stands aloft,

Triumphant in all his glory.

Smiling proud and bright, he stands,

Shouting out his story.

The stars and stripes wave endlessly,

A reminder of what he's done.

A memory of pain and accomplishment,

And of the first war he's won.

Once a small boy ran across the fields,

And he would gaze up at the sky,

He was not content to stay on the ground.

He was determined to fly.

Now the boy has grown,

Soaring for all to see,

A little sadder, a little wiser,

But he will always be free.

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