The Fourth night you are the Stars

Oh, victorious fireworks,
cast from our Fathers pipes,
the Fourth night you are the Stars,
and the rest you paint in Stripes.

Your explosive lights and sonic booms
echo our Independence debut,
the commencement of Freedom and Justice,
and the meaning of Red, White, and Blue.

Every home in the nation
breathes the smoke of your glory,
hotdogs, parades, and barbecues
around bonfires and a story.

Oh, victorious fireworks,
Illuminated explosions in sky,
our heart beats with you,
on this day, The Fourth of July.

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