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this is not my home I'm just passing by i have no place to call my own and nowhere to reside we're then shall I lay my weary head from time and time to pass i shall tread this lonely road's till death comes and claims my soul i will have one thought in my mind soon i will attain that i desire most for home is where the heart is
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