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 Not somewhere in America, but everywhere today, Where snow-crowned mountains hold their heads, the vales where children play, Beside the bench and whirring lathe, on every lake and stream And in the depths of earth below, men share a common dream— The dream our brave forefathers had of freedom and of right, And once again in honor’s cause, they rally and unite.

Not somewhere in America is love of country found, But east and west and north and south once more the bugles sound, And once again, as one, men stand to break their brother’s chains, And make the world a better place, where only justice reigns. The patriotism that is here, is echoed over there,