I am looking up to the stars in the sky,
Above these grassy lands they make a ceiling.
Gold in the stars covered by clouds floating by,
Still pride in america is my feeling.
Just sitting here and breathing the fresh night air
And thinking of those old thoughts from long ago
When all here in this country were treated fair,
Now nobody seems to know which way to go.
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