Celebrate
a synchronized chorus
“oooh”, “ahhh”,
wonder, childlike glee
Oh, say can you see
the living kalediscopic colors
ever changing, sparkling
shapes of whimsy
stripes and stars
every mouth ajar
hearts proud.
On the shore
dimly seen
thro' the
mists of the deep, as pyrotechnics sweep
across the evening sky
I recall with each boom
those who gave
those who give
and the Pow'r
that hath made,
preserv'd us a nation
Pray may it ever be
the land of the free
Oh, say can you see
stripes and stars
On the shore dimly seen
thro' the mists of the deep,
and the Pow'r
that hath made,
preserv'd us a nation!
the land of the free
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