File1:

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed
Let it be that great strogn land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.
O, Let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But oppurtunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is the air we breathe.

File2:

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say goodbye:
And further still at an uearthly height
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was nethier wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

File3:

My Sorrow, when she's here with me.
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be
She lvoes the bare, the withered tree
She walks the sodden pasture lane.
Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to lst
She's glad the birds are gone away,
She's glad her simple worsted grady
Is silver now with clinging mist.

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