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Pure blue Flag of Heaven With your Silver Stars, Not beside those Crosses' Blood-stained torture-bars: Not beside the token The foul sea-harlot gave, Pure blue Flag of Heaven, Must you ever wave! No, but young exultant, Free from care and crime, The soulless selfish England Of this later time: No, but, faithful, noble Rising from her grave, Flag of light and liberty, For ever must you wave! |
