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Work %s the railroad,
We hoe the row on the river boat,
With hard times here in our hearts,
And and that's a fact.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For days beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So hoe the row and play, friends,
With hard times here filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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