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My country tis of thee, |
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Sweet land of liberty, |
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Of thee I sing. |
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Land where my fathers died! |
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Land of the Pilgrim's pride! |
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From every mountain side, |
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Let freedom ring! |
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My native country, thee, |
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Land of the noble free, |
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Thy name I love. |
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I love thy rocks and rills, |
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Thy woods and templed hills; |
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My heart with rapture fills |
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Like that above. |
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Let music swell the breeze, |
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And ring from all the trees |
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Sweet freedom's song. |
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Let mortal tongues awake; |
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Let all that breathe partake; |
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Let rocks their silence break, |
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The sound prolong. |
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Our father's God to, Thee, |
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Author of liberty, |
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To Thee we sing. |
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Long may our land be bright |
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With freedom's holy light; |
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Protect us by Thy might, |
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Great God, our King! |
