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They told %s to the doctor,
We chased a hen on the roof,
With terrible bind in our hearts,
And what could I do.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And warm shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And warmth fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So chased a hen and sing, friends,
With terrible bind filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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