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168 Chairs in Oklahoma


One hundred sixty-eight chairs Line the dark pool with much despair. Many lost their wonderful lives. Little children, husbands, and wives. Innocent people became bait Because of two men filled with hate. Into the cold grave each one dives. Little children, husbands, and wives. They will never awake from their deep sleep. Their souls are now the lord's to keep. At heaven’s gate many souls arrive. Little children, husbands, and wives.
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