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O, beautiful for spacious skies, |
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For amber waves of grain, |
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For purple mountain majesties |
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Above the fruited plain! |
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America! America! |
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God shed his grace on thee |
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And crown thy good with brotherhood |
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From sea to shining sea! |
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O, beautiful for glory-tale |
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Of liberating strife |
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When once and twice, for man's avail |
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Men lavished precious life! |
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America! America! |
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God shed his grace on thee |
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Till selfish gain no longer stain |
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The banner of the free! |
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America, America, |
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God shed his grace on thee |
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And crown thy good with brotherhood |
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From sea to shining sea. |
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And crown thy good with brotherhood |
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From sea to shining sea. |