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I see the face of America; it is a patchwork of colors, each patch has a culture rich with its history. there are patches of red, yellow, brown, white, and black. I see the face of America and it's cover it is devine, each patch contributing to the beauty of it's design. I hear the voice of America, and it rings through out the world, It cries freedom to the lost, and opens it's arms to add new patches to it's fabric. America, America, the brightest quilt on earth.
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