6 6 5 5 6 6 -4 -4 Oh beau-ti-ful, for spac-ious skies, 5 -5 6 -6 -7 6 for am-ber waves of grain, 6 6 5 5 6 6 -4 -4 for pur-ple moun-tain ma-jes-ties -8 7 -8 8 -6 -8 a-bove thy fruit-ed plain, 6 8 8 -8 7 7 -7 -7 A-me-ri-ca, A-mer-i-ca, 7 -8 -7 -6 6 7 God shed his grace on thee. 7 7 -6 -6 7 7 6 6 And crown thy good with broth-er-hood 6 -6 7 6 -8 7 From sea to shin-ing sea.
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