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        The midi playing is "Rally Round The Flag"

        I am the flag of the United States of America.                              My name is Old Glory. I fly atop theworld's tallest buildings. I stand watch in America's halls of justice. I fly majestically over institutions of learning. I stand guard with power in the world.                               Look up and see me. I stand for peace,honor, truth and justice.                              I stand for freedom.                                 I am confident.                                 I am arrogant.                                   I am proud.   When I am flown with my fellow banners my colors are little truer.                                 I bow to no one! I am recognized all over the world. I am worshipped - I am saluted.                           I am loved - I am revered. I am respected - and I am feared. I have fought in every battle of every war for more then 200 years. I was flown at ValleyForge,Gettysburg,Shiloh and Appomattox.                          I was there at San Juan Hill the trenches of France,in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome, and the beaches of Normandy, Guam. Okinawa, Korea and KheSan, Saigon, Vietnam know me,                                   I was there.                                 I led my troops,I was dirty, battle worn and tired,but my soldiers cheered me and I was proud. I have been burned, torn and trampled on the streets of countries I have helped set free. It does not hurt, for I am invincible. I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of my country. And when it's by those whom I've served in battle - it hurts. But I shall overcome - for I am strong. I have slipped the bonds of Earth and stood watch over the uncharted frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon.                           I have borne silent witness to all of America's finest hours. But my finest hours are yet to come.                           When I am torn into strips and used as bandages for my wounded comrades on the battlefield, When I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldiers, Or when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent at the grave of their fallen son or daughter,I am proud.                           MY NAME IS OLD GLORY                              LONG MAY I WAVE.                            DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN                              LONG MAY I WAVE.

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