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REJOICE!

For Night's fetters have broken, the dreams have vanished.

Thy word has rent its veils, the buds of morning are opened; awake,

0 sleeper!

Light's greetings spread from the East to the West,

And at the ramparts of the ruined prison rise the paeans of Victory!

 

 

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