Never found a friendly ship Yes, we were boys together Wallace Smith and I Who never had a passing thought That one would live and one would die How it happened that a black boy, and a white In the summer south of nineteen fifty-two Crossed a line that made them friends I don't have the answer, I'll leave that up to you I just know that we were boys together Wallace Smith and I And that we liked each other...mostly Although I couldn't tell you why
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