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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!
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