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Work %s the long day,
We m唱 the oars field and furrow,
With boss man mean 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 laughter fill the air,
And warmth fill our souls,
For moments beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So m唱 the oars and play, friends,
With boss man mean filling each day,
Till hearts guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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