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I'll wave to all of you,
when it's time for you to go,
as you sail from sea to shining sea,
take the colors of your home.
Take me with you, wherever you go,
keep me in your heart each night,
and if you forget what you're fighting for,
remember me in flight.
Take me out to the battleground,
then tear me into shreds,
wrap the bleeding wound with me,
and bind the aching head,
plunge me into the coldest water,
to soothe the fevered brow.
Tie me across the shattered limb,
I'll support it now,
let me dry the homesick tear,
and hold closed, the gaping chest,
for here in the field, where hope is lost,
I am at my best.
And then burn what is left of me,
for warmth into the night,
so I may bring comfort, where there is need,
and courage for the fight.
My red is deeper, for the blood you've shed,
my white is purer, for your pain,
my blue will be bluer than the deepest sea,
when you come home again.
Then I'll rise to the top of the flagpole,
where my colors are always flown,
and from there when the war is over,
I'll wave, to welcome you back home.
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