.Oh pitiful for smoggy skies
With amber lanes of waste
With Dreadful mountain poverty's
So many infants slain
America, America
God she'd his wrath on thee
No livelihood, It's just not good
From sea to blackened sea
Time ticks away, but still they play
Wit.
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