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All %s and pull,
We build the walls field and furrow,
With pay day come in our hearts,
And till the weekend comes.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The memory finds a home,
And gentle shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For moments beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So build the walls and dance, friends,
With pay day come filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our home for aye.
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