The Gettysburg Address

Four score and seven years ago Liberty-we took from the hands of the foe By men, dedicated and wise For equality they made their rise But on itself, the nation now turns The flames of war begin to burn Two halves now struggling to survive On fields of battle, our brothers die But we must not consecrate Nor hallow in the depths of our fate For the words may be lost We musn't forget the cost No death shall go in vain As we devote time to their pain And oversee a government that shall not perish For a new sense of freedom we will cherish

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