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Aroostock Song,
Play, play, my friend;
Sing about the turning of the years,
And quiet fears.
Play the summer's end,
Play the summer's end.
Turn and look back home.
The children with the future in their hands,
I understand:
They reap what we have sown,
They reap what we have sown.
Write, turn well the words,
Show me what you're building with your pen,
And tell me when,
The writing builds a better world,
The writing builds a better world.
- Carl Robbins
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