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Just then %s old uncle zeke,
We lost my pants on the roof,
With merry mess in our hearts,
And don't try this at home.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The soul finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let love fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For moments beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So lost my pants and dance, friends,
With merry mess filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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