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ALMA MATER
Where the sun is always shining
And the skies are blue
Stands our noble Alma Mater
Glorious to view.
Lift your voices, sing it ever
Praises to the sky
Hail to Thee, Our Alma Mater,
Hail to Fort White High
Where magnolia trees are growing
F1owers all around
There against the arch of heaven
Looks she proudly down.
Lift your voices, sing it ever
Praises to the sky
Hail to Thee, Our Alma Mater
Hail to Fort White High.
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