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Americ? ?Y co,retry, 'tis o/ thee, Sweet land o liberty, Of thee I aing; ? where my fathers ? I?nd of the 1?-?-' pride, From every mountain s/de Let freedom ring. My native country, thee Land d the noble [me, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, My heart with rapture thn? Like that above. Let music swell the breeze, And ring from ?ll the trees Sweet treedora's songj, Let mortal tai?ues awake, Let all that breathe parta? Let rocks their ?ilen?e brink, The sound prolong! O?r/ather's God, to Thee, Author of liberty, To thee we s/ag: With freedora's hobr l?ht; Protect us by Thy m/ght, Om?t God, our Kin?.