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posted by Wrnlrd at 1:41 PM
Where are the hearts so happy and freeThe children so dear I held upon my kneeGone to the shore where my soul's longed to goI hear the gentle voices calling old, black, Joe...
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Where are the hearts so happy and free
The children so dear I held upon my knee
Gone to the shore where my soul's longed to go
I hear the gentle voices calling old, black, Joe...
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