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Heave %s that hammer,
We m唱 the oars down in the mine,
With home someday in our hearts,
And one more day.
Through fields of amber we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The memory finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For days beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So m唱 the oars 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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