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Work %s the railroad,
We break the rocks in the prison yard,
With pay day come in our hearts,
And till the weekend comes.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where echoes softly call,
The memory finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let love fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For moments beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So break the rocks and play, friends,
With pay day come filling each day,
Till hearts guide us home again,
And we find our love for aye.
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