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Freedom is the color that has lost thee

then buried as a cloth in the sky

Lord unwrapped our soul from Old Glory

just as his own Son;born to die



He flooded our saphired sunkin rivers

spilling a magnificent crimson gem

stained in dusk though would bust

ivory-stone bones to spangled stardust



For time had worn Old Glory

as the flesh soon decomposed

and our soul contained no color

when freedom from the depths arose