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Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light |
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What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? |
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Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, |
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O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? |
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And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, |
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Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. |
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Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave |
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O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? |
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On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, |
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Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, |
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What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, |
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As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? |
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Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, |
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In full glory reflected now shines in the stream |
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'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave |
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O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. |
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And where is that band who so vauntingly swore |
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That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, |
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A home and a country should leave us no more! |
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Their blood has washed out of their foul footsteps' pollution. |
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No refuge could save the hireling and slave |
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From the terror of flight and the gloom of the grave |
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And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave |
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O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. |
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Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand |
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Between their loved home and the war's desolation! |
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Bles't with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land |
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Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation. |
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Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, |
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And this be our motto: "In God is our trust." |
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And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave |
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O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. |
