N'awlins, My Home

I am proud to call home

The most beautiful city I've ever known.

Washed down from her distinction

Almost to extinction.

My lover, my city will rise

From her ashes to greet the disapproving eyes

Who left her, neglected her

To drown and to suffer.

But we will rise again

Yes, yes, and then

The world will see

That the Big Easy

She don't go down without a fight.

The End

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