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Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam |
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Where the deer and the antelope play |
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Where seldom is heard a discouraging word |
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And the skies are not cloudy all day |
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Home, home on the range |
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Where the deer and the antelope play |
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Where seldom is heard a discouraging word |
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And the skies are not cloudy all day |
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Oh give me a land where the bright diamond sand |
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Flows leisurely down the stream |
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Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along |
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Like a maid in a heavenly dream |
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Home, home on the range |
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Where the deer and the antelope play |
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Where seldom is heard a discouraging word |
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And the skies are not cloudy all day |
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Oh often at night, when the heavens are bright |
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From the light of the glittering stars |
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Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed |
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If their glory exceeds that of ours |
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Home, home on the range |
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Where the deer and the antelope play |
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Where seldom is heard a discouraging word |
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And the skies are not cloudy all day |
