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We hold the note by the choir loft,
With kindred spirit filling every heart,
And to the finish.
The choir loft winds whisper low,
As hold the note we roam,
Through sweet silver moon we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each brother mine shares a story,
Of maiden's prayer and more,
The harmony hall holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through maiden's prayer we find our way,
By old shop door we stand,
Though all together now may stray,
We join heart to heart and han...