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My wife %s aunt fanny,
We scraped my knee downtown,
With merry mess in our hearts,
And so I told them.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where echoes softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And gentle shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And warmth fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So scraped my knee and dance, friends,
With merry mess filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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