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America, you lovely witch
You cast spells to make me love you
Then curse me with your bitter words

Your black cauldron
filled with potent potions
is Your lovely land
some are deadly
some are not
some of them discriminate
some spread joy and love

America, you lovely sorceress
You declare and incantation
Which promises freedom and equality
Then send your little minions
to disperse abhor and sorrow
when your pernicious plot
begins to break me down
All I hear is your cackling
America, you lovely enchantress
Now I see your wicked ways.