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And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy lamb of god,
On Englands pleasant pastures green?

And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
An was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire
Bring me my speak, o clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!

I will not cease from mental flight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand:
Till we have built Jerusalem,
In Englands green & pleasant land

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