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I am a poor Wayfaring Stranger, traveling through this world of woe. And there’s no sickness, no toil, no danger in this bright land to which I go.
I’m going there to see my mother. I’m going there no more to go. I’m only going over Jordan. I’m only gone in over home.
I am a butterfly inside a chrysalis. I’ll spread my wings and fly off free.
Stranger on a lonely mission, it’s only know inside of me. I’m going there to see my father. I’m going there no more, dear old.
I’m only going over Jordan. I’m only go and over.
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