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The Voice of Tomorrow America, America, will you listen to the story of you? You bruised mountains, purpled by majesty. You shining seas that refuse to see. You, haunted by ghosts of dreams, From the many, one; the one, many. I am in you and of you, America. You of amber waving grain, shining Like fool's gold in a plentiful river. I am the dream coming, yes, The Voice of Tomorrow Ringing in freedom's ear. Do you hear it now? Calling, calling, all: Listen, America - I am the story. I am you. I am.
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