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America
America, you ode for reality!
Give back the people you took.
Let the sun shine again
On the four corners of the world
You thought of first but do not
Own, or keep like a convenience.
People are your own word, you
Invented that locus and term.
Here, you said and say, is
Where we are. Give back
What we are, these people you made,
Us, and nowhere but you to be.
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