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    "text": "Milton! I think thy spirit hath passed away",
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    "text": "From these white cliffs and high-embattled towers;",
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    "text": "This gorgeous fiery-coloured world of ours",
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    "text": "And the age changed unto a mimic play",
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    "text": "Wherein we waste our else too-crowded hours:",
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    "text": "For all our pomp and pageantry and powers",
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    "text": "We are but fit to delve the common clay,",
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    "text": "Seeing this little isle on which we stand,",
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    "text": "This England, this sea-lion of the sea,",
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    "text": "By ignorant demagogues is held in fee,",
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    "text": "Who love her not: Dear God! is this the land",
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   {
    "text": "Which bare a triple empire in her hand",
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   {
    "text": "When Cromwell spake the word Democracy!",
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