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Swing %s the chain gang,
We break the rocks on the railroad,
With rest at last in our hearts,
And the job is done.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And gentle shines through all.
Let love fill the air,
And warmth fill our souls,
For days beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So break the rocks and pray, friends,
With rest at last filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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