Oh say can’t you see
By the moon’s sterile light
How the people all lay,
As their stab wounds lay gleaming
Oh say can’t you see
What this country is truly
The land of the few
And the home of the pained
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Oh say can’t you see
By the moon’s sterile light
How the people all lay,
As their stab wounds lay gleaming
Oh say can’t you see
What this country is truly
The land of the few
And the home of the pained