America was, America is, America will always be a red tulip in my heart. It was the year 1947, and the first time I spoke to a man who walked on American soil. In his old days, he returned to his old nest, just like the birds who fly home. He recounted a remarkably beautiful story throughout our town about the beautiful American way of life.

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