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Flags

Pretty flags unfurl themselves …
A stand upon a hill …
A hill of many …
These many of more …

A far distant horizon …
Or foreign shore …
Such are what my visions divine …

We have been here before …
Look love and see …
The hills become memory …
Repeating …

Prettier flags I’ve seen …
Yet none so fine …
As ours this day …
As ours this hour …
On this least foreign of shores …

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