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All %s together now,
We cut the cane at the dock,
With home someday in our hearts,
And till the weekend comes.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And gentle shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For moments beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So cut the cane and sing, friends,
With home someday filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our love for aye.
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