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and just as I took and waved the flag,
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which now for the first time meant anything to these poor people,
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there suddenly arose close beside the platform
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a strong male voice,
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but a little cracked and elderly,
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into which two women's voices instantly blended, singing,
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as if by an impulse
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that could no more be repressed than the morning note of a song sparrow.
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'My country 'tis of thee,
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sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.'
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People looked at each other,
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and then at us on the platform