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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 built here |
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Among those 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, oh, 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 |
