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Oh say, can you see by the dawn's early light, what so proudly we hailed, at the twighlight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes an bride stars, tro' the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so galantly streaming.
And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof thro' the night, that our flag was still there. Oh say! Does that star-spangeld banner yet wave o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? | |