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My trials will be done, when I reach the other shore,
There's no toiling in that land, only peace for evermore. Everything will be grand, when I reach that happy land, If I can just make it home, I want to go there. If I can just make it home, I'll be so happy when I get there. If I can just make it home, I'll have no worry no care. There's no sickness or pain, only Heaven to gain, If I can just make it home, I want to go there. Well I'm just passing through, nothing to hold me here, I've a longing to go there, where there'll be no fear, I'll live for ever more, on that happy golden shore, If I can just make it home, I want to go there. If I can just make it home, I'll be so happy when I get there. If I can just make it home, I'll have no worry no care. There's no sickness or pain, only Heaven to gain, If I can just make it home, I want to go there. By Charles E. Fitzgerald 09/09/2006 Vote for this poem
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