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

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