Kids run around in corn fields
People breathe fresh air from over the corn
A new wave of enthusiasn builds
When the spirit of freedom is born
Birds chirp, fly thru the cloud
Deer run, jump across the forest
Spread your arms, shout aloud
Under the deep red crimson crest
Feel the essence of freedom
Aw...life has finally lost boredom
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