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So take stock in America, my heirs, and sing in praise of this generous land. You, too, may strike it rich who dares to...
If only I had a child as white as snow, lips as red as blood, hair as black as a raven's wings, and all...
I don't know what's gonna happen tonight. At this point, I can't remember who loves us and who hates us... but I do know...