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And did those feet in ancient timeWalk upon England's mountains green?And was the holy Lamb of GodOn England's pleasant pastures seen?And did the countenance divineShine forth upon our clouded hills?And was Jerusalem builded hereAmong those dark Satanic mills?Bring me my bow of burning goldBring me my arrows of desireBring me my spear! Oh, clouds unfold!Bring me my chariot of fireI will not cease from mental fightNor shall my sword sleep in my handTil we have built JerusalemIn England's green and pleasant land! From Letras Mania