By Original Work
I went %s to the doctor,
We chased a hen downtown,
With awful fix in our hearts,
And till next time folks.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where echoes softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And gentle shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For days beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So chased a hen and sing, friends,
With awful fix filling each day,
Till dreams guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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