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I was standing at my window
one cold and cloudy day
and I saw the hearse come rolling
for to take my mother away.

Will the circle be unbroken,
by and by, lord, by and by
there's a better home a-waiting
in the sky lord, in the sky.

I followed close behind her,
tried to hold up and be brave.
But I could not hide my sorrow
when they lowered her in her grave.

Will the circle be unbroken,
by and by, lord, by and by
there's a better home a-waiting
in the sky lord, in the sky.

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