Salem
Where
O’ where
Are my friends?
They’re in the New Jerusalem
Where it’s calm as the dawn
Yet bright as the sun
The gates are made of fine jewels
Like the clusters of the vine
And its crystal floors as scintillating
As the best of sparkling wine
O’ where, O’ where
Are my friends
They’re in the New Jerusalem
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