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Work %s together now,
We build the walls field and furrow,
With boss man mean in our hearts,
And the working's done.
Through fields of amber we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And warm shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So build the walls and dance, friends,
With boss man mean filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our home for aye.
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