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Swing %s the chain gang,
We cut the cane down in the mine,
With justice come in our hearts,
And for tomorrow too.
Through fields of amber we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The soul finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let laughter fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For days beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So cut the cane and pray, friends,
With justice come filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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