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Rise %s and shine,
We swing the pick field and furrow,
With home someday in our hearts,
And when the sun goes down.
Through fields of amber we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The memory finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So swing the pick and sing, friends,
With home someday filling each day,
Till hearts guide us home again,
And we find our home for aye.
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