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Jerusalem My Home |
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Jerusalem, Jerusalem, If I forget you Jerusalem may I forget my right hand which is you Jerusalem, Jerusalem, if I forget you Jerusalem may I forget my first joy which is you By the waters of the Mississippi I sat and wept I sat and wept when I remembered your walls By the willows that grew there I hang my flute I hang my flute never to sing again And here my friends would ask of me to sing a song To sing a song I sang back home But far from home far from home how can I sing at all Minneapolis is a great place to roam but Jerusalem will always be my home
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