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Work %s and pull,
We m唱 the oars in the mill,
With home someday in our hearts,
And in the cool of the evening.
Through fields of blue we roam,
Where echoes softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So m唱 the oars and pray, friends,
With home someday filling each day,
Till hearts guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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