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This flag, symbol of the hopes of man,
this cloth of dreams for freedom, justice and opportunity,
its stars like beacons guiding us through shoals of
adversity,
its stripes like wounds of struggle.
The good in it cannot be had for nothing though,
like any garden, it must be tended,
like any loved one it must be held.
Hold high this flag and keep it's promise bright,
for in it lies the best hope for all of us.
Ode to the Flag
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