I had a dream the other night, I didn't understand.A figure walking through the mist, with flintlock in his hand.His clothes were torn and dirty, as he stood there by my bed.He took off his three-cornered hat, and speaking low, he said:"We fought a revolution, to secure our liberty.We wrote the Constitution, as a shield from tyranny.
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