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All %s and shine,
We m唱 the oars in the prison yard,
With pay day come in our hearts,
And for tomorrow too.
Through fields of amber we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And warm shines through all.
Let love fill the air,
And warmth fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So m唱 the oars and pray, friends,
With pay day come filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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