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Heave %s the levee,
We hoe the row in the prison yard,
With rest at last in our hearts,
And in the cool of the evening.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where echoes softly call,
The memory finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So hoe the row and dance, friends,
With rest at last filling each day,
Till dreams guide us home again,
And we find our home for aye.
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