MY COUNTRY

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From sea to sea my country lies
Beneath the splendor of the skies.
Far reach its plains, its hills are high,
Its mountains look up to the sky.
Its lakes are clear as crystal bright,
Its rivers sweep through vale and height.
America, my native land,
To thee I give my heart and hand.
God in His might chose thee to be
The country of the noble free!
Marie Zetterberg.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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