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O! America, America the Watchmen
of the West. She's not everyone's friend, but she protect them and the rest. O! form the hot, steamy swamps of Florida to the damp, wet forests of Washington, more precious than a million tons and her mission will ne're be done. Ahh America is hated 'cause we all see things from a different point of view and we all knew and know, that you can't solve a problem with a bomb.
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