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Swing %s the chain gang,
We cut the cane down in the mine,
With hard times here in our hearts,
And when the sun goes down.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The soul finds a home,
And warm shines through all.
Let love fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So cut the cane and pray, 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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