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Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: |
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He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; |
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He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword: |
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His truth is marching on. |
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Glory, glory, hallelujah! |
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Glory, glory, hallelujah! |
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Glory, glory, hallelujah! |
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His truth is marching on. |
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You're a grand old flag, |
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You're a high flying flag |
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And forever in peace may you wave. |
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You're the emblem of |
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The land we love. |
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The home of the free and the brave. |
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Ev'ry heart beats true |
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'neath the Red, White and Blue, |
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Where there's never a boast or brag. |
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But should auld acquaintance be forgot, |
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Keep your eye on the grand old flag. |
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Grand old flag, yeah. |
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You're a grand old flag, |
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You're a high flying flag |
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And forever in peace may you wave. |
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You're the emblem of |
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The land we love. |
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The home of the free and the brave. |
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Ev'ry heart beats true |
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'neath the Red, White and Blue, |
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Where there's never a boast or brag. |
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But should auld acquaintance be forgot, |
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Keep your eye on the grand old |
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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 patriot dream |
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That sees beyond the years |
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Thine alabaster cities gleam |
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Undimmed by human tears! |
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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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Glory, glory, hallelujah! |
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His truth is marching on. |
