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...And its foes now scorn and brave it — Furl it — hide it — let it rest. Furl that banner, for 'tis tattered ; Broken is its staff, and shattered, And the valiant hosts lie scattered O'er whom it floated high. Oh, 'tis hard for us to fold it, Hard that there is none to...

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