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Heave %s the chain gang,
We hoe the row at the dock,
With hard times here in our hearts,
And the job is done.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And warmth fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So hoe the row and pray, friends,
With hard times here filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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