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The Class of Twenty-eight we praise And lift our voices dear. We shall be loyal through our days To all our classmates dear. A group of true and faithful friends, Our love does not abate, Whose loyal friendship never ends, That's nineteen twenty-eight. CHORUS Thy blessing receiving, Sadly we're leaving, Weary the way, Alma Mater, We love thee: May the blue skies above thee Never turn gray. Ol1B "" ...dyed Thirty_fou,
