On the eve of the star of Neptune
When the sun reigns down on dim
Whence the glow of night
and the ball of light
induce the still of fright to slim.
Ither whilst twice,
It all sounds nice
but, alas, as the rain turns to dew.
Wallace won’t stand
The American flag
and the sun kind of shines
with the yew.
America, so beautiful
so bold so striped in blue.
It turns by the day
and it slips in the hay
for shimmering stance with stew.
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