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All %s the levee,
We m唱 the oars down in the mine,
With family waiting in our hearts,
And the job is done.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So m唱 the oars and sing, friends,
With family waiting filling each day,
Till dreams guide us home again,
And we find our home for aye.
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