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All %s the long day,
We m唱 the oars field and furrow,
With pay day come in our hearts,
And when the sun goes down.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let laughter fill the air,
And warmth fill our souls,
For moments beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So m唱 the oars and sing, friends,
With pay day come filling each day,
Till dreams guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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