A poem
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As the bird flies up to the mountains,

the mountain reaches across the sea.

Like the bird that flies up to the

mountain. I'm gonna be free. Please

let me be free.


Are you there God it's me the American?

Standing tall holding old Glory.

Like the soldier marching off to battle,

I'd fight to be free and die to be free.


When the tear drops fall from the sky,

and a rainbow shines down on me.

I know my prayers have been answered.

God set me free. I'm gonna be free.

Like that bird we flies up to the mountain.

I'm free!

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