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    Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton
    Old things they are not forgotten
    Look away, look away, look away dixieland
    Oh I wish I was in dixie, away, away
    In dixieland I take my stand to live and die
    in dixie
    Cause dixieland, that's where I was born
    Early lord one frosty morning
    Look away, look away, look away dixieland
    Glory, glory hallelujah
    Glory, glory hallelujah
    Glory, glory hallelujah
    His truth is marching on
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