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To Albion

Green hills that rise like waves,
Blue waves that lie like fields.
The sky may always be clouded,
But the land is full of joys.
We are you, and you are us,
A land is it's men, a man his land.
To Albion we say thanks,
God save Albion's fair land and fairer people!
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