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Marching along

Tribe of
The hidden splendor

( marching along )

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Little Miss Mary is our own

I heard it once so I
Wrote it a poem

Now she lives in every heart

And we are welcome in any home

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marching along

Hidden splendor


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Soft the promise

I see your eyes

And the light that shines
Upon your road

Follow ! Follow !!

Wherever it goes !

Tell us when YE get there
What it's like



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