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A funny %s the barber shop,
We bumped my nose for a bite,
With merry mess in our hearts,
And the laugh's on me.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The soul finds a home,
And warm shines through all.
Let love fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So bumped my nose and pray, friends,
With merry mess filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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