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Rh Has your love so careless grown

By the long neglect you've shown

That you never raise your eye

To the symbol that you fly?"

"Flag, on which no stain has been,

'Tis my sin that you're unclean,"

Then I answered in my shame.

"On my head must lie the blame.

Now with patriotic hands

I release you from your strands,

And a spotless flag shall fly

Here to greet each passer-by.

Nevermore shall Flag of mine

Be a sad and sorry sign

Telling all who look above

I neglect the thing I love.

But my flag of faith shall be

Fit for every eye to see."

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