- Jul 11, 2001
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My country, 'tis of me,
Sweet land of tyranny, of me I sing:
Land where my father plied,
Rent from each race that cried,
Renters with nothing pried,
From our tenements with glee.
Sweet land of tyranny, of me I sing:
Land where my father plied,
Rent from each race that cried,
Renters with nothing pried,
From our tenements with glee.
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