One face in the sun, smiling at the world; Freedom's spelled USA, See that her flag's unfurled.
These colors don't run--not the red, white and blue. These colors won't run, The stars and stripes remain true.
From the beginning, crimson marks the honor Of the many battles Brought constantly upon her.
These colors can't run, made permanent for you; These colors shan't run, Protected proudly by few.
Foreign lands play host to a game that all dread; The ground that we ask? Enough to bury our dead.
These colors couldn't run, their dyes firmly imbued; These colors wouldn't run, Tyranny, thank God, subdued.
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