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And did those feet in ancient time, |
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Walk upon england's mountains green? |
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And was the holy lamb of god |
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On england's pleasant pastures seen? |
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And did the countenance divine, |
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Shine forth upon our clouded hills? |
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And was jerusalem builded here |
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Among these dark satanic mills? |
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Bring me my bow of burning gold! |
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Bring me my arrows of desire! |
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Bring me my spear: o clouds unfold! |
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Bring me my chariot of fire! |
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I will not cease from mental fight; |
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Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand |
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Til we have built jerusalem |
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In england's green and pleasant land. |