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There is no place like home Where our roots have grown Where speaking is only limited By the words that you can make Where you can go where you want Because someone is buried in Arlington Where life is precious And victory is sweet Where God smiled and thought, "Oh my that sure is pretty"
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Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 7:44 PM UTC
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There is no place like home Where our roots have grown Where speaking is only limited By the words that you can make Where you can go where you want Because someone is buried in Arlington Where life is precious And victory is sweet Where God smiled and thought, "Oh my that sure is pretty"
MadameBlizardee
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Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 7:44 PM UTC
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