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| Friday, July 1, 2022, 12:11:43 AM |
Oh, Carolina creeks running through my veins Lost I was born, lonesome I came Lonesome I'll always stay Carolina knows why for years I roam Free as these birds, light as whispers Carolina knows Into the mist, into the clouds Don't leave I make a fist, I'll make it count And there are places I will never, ever go And things that only Carolina will ever know |
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