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English
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Chile,
your sky is a pure blue,
Pure
breezes blow across you,
And
your field, embroidered with flowers,
Is
a happy copy of Eden.
Majestic
is the snow-covered mountain
That
was given to you by the Lord as a bastion,
That
was given to you by the Lord as a bastion,
And
the sea that tranquilly washes your shore
Promises
future splendor for you,
And
the sea that tranquilly washes your shore
Promises
future splendor for you.
CHORUS
Gentle
homeland, accept the vows
Given,
Chile, on your altars,
That
you be either the tomb of the free
Or
a refuge from oppression.
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