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Hymn 47

I'm Marching, Marching

I'm marching, marching on my trail
I won't get lost I will not fail
I've thought things out I've done the math
I know I'm on the perfect path

While marching on my path one day
I find that there's a different way
With diff'rent people, diff'rent views
With diff'rent feet in diff'rent shoes

They give to me their hand to hold
To reach it I must leave my road
If peace and love is to prevail
We sometimes must march off our trail

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