For my beautiful home
She has sheltered me
Like mother and father should
She has raised me child wild and creative
She allowed me to imagine and speak
She gave me wings and dreams
The cost was rich, red, and river like
She is young and lovely still
She has much to learn; still naive
History tells of her blind eyes and sword drawn
She lifts her torch [...]
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