| Indiana (Back Home Again In) |
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| Back home again in Indiana |
| And it seems that I can see |
| The gleaming candlelight |
| Still shining bright |
| Through the sycamores for me |
| The new mown hay sends all its fragrance |
| From the fields I used to roam |
| When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash |
| Then I long for my Indiana home |
