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Flung to the world-wide winds
    Old Glory goes to the breeze.

We are on our way back Home—
    By the trail we have come before;
By the trail that leads from the depths
    Through the swirl of the Winning Score;
So those of you in the way
    Hark to the chant we've spun—
"Give us the open road
    Till we find our place in the sun."

Grantland Rice.