By Original Work
A funny %s the strangest sight,
We fell down stairs through the mud,
With terrible bind in our hearts,
And don't try this at home.
Through fields of amber we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The memory finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let laughter fill the air,
And warmth fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So fell down stairs and dance, friends,
With terrible bind filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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