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Oh say, can you see by the dawn's early light? |
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What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming? |
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Whose broad stripes and bright stars thro' the perilous fight |
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O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming? |
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And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air |
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Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there |
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Oh say, does that star spangled banner yet wave |
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O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? |
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On the shore dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep |
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Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes |
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What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep |
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As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? |
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Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam |
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In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream |
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'T is the star spangled banner, oh, long may it wave |
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O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave |
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And where is that band who so vauntingly swore |
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That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion |
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A home and a country should leave us no more? |
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Their blood has wash'd out their foul footsteps' pollution |
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No refuge could save the hireling and slave |
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From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave |
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And the star spangled banner in triumph doth wave |
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O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave |
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Oh, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand |
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Between their lov'd homes and the war's desolation |
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Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land |
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Praise the Pow'r that hath made and preserv'd us as a nation |
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Then conquer we must when our cause is just |
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And this be our motto, 'In God Is Our Trust |
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And the star spangled banner in triumph shall wave |
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O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave |
