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| As Our Flag Flies Half Mast Our flag was borne out of our blood and sweat, and out of the salt of our tears, out of the many colors of us, from out of a spirit that knows no fear. It flies over a land ever blessed, where all are united into one, a land of brothers and sisters, ready to do what must be done. There is no limit set on our time, so we'll work for as long as it takes, to bring to justice all our foes, whatever sacrifices we must make. And in this time of sadness, at half mast over a mourning nation, our flag still waves its colors bravely, to give us hope on this so sad occasion. For all who live under this banner, trust in God and the promise of tomorrow, and we'll walk , as ever, on to victory, and crush to bits what caused such sorrow. copyright 2001 Roland Ricker |
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