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Hush little baby don't you cry |
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You know your mama was born to die |
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All my trials lord will soon be over |
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The river of Jordan runs muddy and cold |
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You know it chills the body but not the soul |
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All my trials lord soon be over |
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Too late, too late my brother |
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But never mind, all my trials lord, soon be over |
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I've a little book with pages three |
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And every page spells liberty |
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All my trials lord soon be over |
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There grows a tree in paradise |
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And the pilgrims call it the tree of life |
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All my trials lord, soon be over |
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If living were a thing that money could buy |
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You know the rich would live and the poor would die |
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All my trials lord, soon be over |
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Too late, too late my brother |
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But never mind, all my trials lord, soon be over |
