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February 26, 2025
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Upon the highest peaks of stone, Where bitter winds and wild storms moan, The eagle waits with golden eyes, A sovereign king of endless skies. His head is crowned in white so bold, A vision fierce, both wise and old, With talons sharp and wings so wide, He rules the air with fearless pride. Through canyon deep and river bend, His shadow marks where mountains end, A silent hunter, swift and free, Bound only to eternity. The dawn ignites his noble crest, The sunset fires his mighty breast, No chain can bind, no force restrain, For freedom pulses in his veins. So let him soar, let him glide, A spirit vast, a nation's guide, For in his gaze, we see our fate— Bold, unyielding, strong, innate.
