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In your hands, my dissatisfied countrymen, |
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and not in mine |
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is the momentous issue of Civil War. |
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The government will not assail you |
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You can have no conflicts, without being yourselves the aggressions. |
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We are not enemies, but friends. |
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We must not be enemies. |
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Though passion may have strained, |
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it must not break our bonds of affection. |
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The mystic chords of memories, |
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stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave |
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to every living heart all across this broad land |
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will yet swell the chorus of the Union, |
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when again touched, as surely they will be |
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By the better angels of our nature. |
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For if destruction be our lot, |
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we must ourselves be its author. |
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As a nation of Free Men, |
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we must live through all time |
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or die of suicide. |
