| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Chorus: High on a hillside the old church steeple calls The bells are a ringin', a singin' to one and all Of the joys and the sorrows the laughter and the pain The heartbeat of the whole town is heard within that strain It called for my brother when he made his way back home With a purple heart in a pine box he was never more to roam We all came down to meet him and to make our last goodbyes I thi
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