By Original Work
Just then %s me not to drink,
We fell down stairs through the mud,
With what a fool in our hearts,
And the laugh's on me.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The memory finds a home,
And gentle shines through all.
Let laughter fill the air,
And warmth fill our souls,
For days beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So fell down stairs and pray, friends,
With what a fool filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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