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Ye sons of France, awake to glory!
Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise!
Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary,
Behold their tears and hear their cries!
--
The Marseilles Hymn (1792).

 

Claude Joseph Rouget de Lisle

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