By Original Work
They told %s me not to drink,
We slipped on ice into the well,
With terrible bind in our hearts,
And don't try this at home.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where echoes softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And warm shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For moments beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So slipped on ice and play, friends,
With terrible bind filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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