America,America , may God shed his grace on thee.
Rise up from your vended knee, you represent the land of
the Free, stand up proud and courageous , stamp out the chaos

Washington told about a spirit that would come across
Our land. Times would be hard almost desolate, but
America would regain the upper hand.

America"s not superstitious ,"we are not afraid of the
Boogie man, we are faithful to the one that holds
the whole world in his hands!

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