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[Verse]
In the heart of the bayou
Where the cypress trees sway
There's a tale of a language that's slowly fading away
The Cajun French whispers
Lost in the mossy breeze
As the old folks sing their songs
With a heart full of unease

In the swamps so murky
Where the gators roam
The Cajun tongue once thrived
In every Cajun's home
But as time keeps flowing
Like the river's endless tide
The language slips away
Like a ghost in the night

[Verse 2]
The words so rich
Like gumbo seasoned just right
Now carry a weight
As they fade into the night
The young ones speak English
The old ones pass away
And the songs of the ancestors are all that will stay



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