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Art could not have dreamed of a tribute to the day of jubilee;
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it should be so affecting.
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History will not believe it.
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And when I came to speak of it,
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after it was ended, tears were everywhere.
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If you could've heard how quaint and innocent it all was.
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Just think of it, the first day they'd ever had a country,
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the first flag they'd ever seen
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which promised anything to their people.
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And here, while mere spectators stood in silence,
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waiting for my stupid words,
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these simple souls burst out in their way,