And did those feet in ancient time
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Walk upon England's mountains green?
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And was the holy Lamb of God
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On England's pleasant pastures seen?
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And did the Countenance Divine
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Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
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And was Jerusalem builded here
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Among these dark Satanic mills?
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Bring me my bow of burning gold!
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Bring me my arrows of desire!
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Bring me my spear! O clouds unfold!
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Bring me my chariot of fire!
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I will not cease from mental fight,
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Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
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Till we have built Jerusalem
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In England's green and pleasant land.
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JERUSALEM
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| Vangelis |
