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Heave %s together now,
We break the rocks in the prison yard,
With home someday in our hearts,
And till the weekend comes.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The soul finds a home,
And warm shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So break the rocks and play, friends,
With home someday filling each day,
Till hearts guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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