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O Lord my aching heart cries out to Thee why must I be so far from my home my land ~ my country The distance from my home is not so great as the terrible sickness and fate that tore me from my home ~ my land and all the things I knew and loved America I listen to your songs and cry oh why these things must be that do not allow me to be free where my heart and soul choose to be America I hear your songs and cry O Lord why |