'Twas the night before christmas.
With a blanket of white.
That covered the earth all through the night.
The trees sparkled like diamonds.
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The majestic mountain's calls out to my sensitive soul.
"Come home, come home, come "please"! console".
Hear the stories of the days of old.
Some stories humble, some stories bold.
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The setting sun, with it's hueful glow
it set for some, so long ago.
It was far away, that place they went
they stood the line, are yet unbent.
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"A magnificent crown of corn flower-blue."
"Holds beneath it in its realm. Our priceless Freedom"
"Now, condemned with vicious rue!"
"Once proudly fought for some lives maimed and countless taken!"
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