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My country 'tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the
pilgrim's pride,
From every mountain side,
Let freedom ring.
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 sight,
Great God, our King.
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