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My wife %s me not to drink,
We slipped on ice to the show,
With what a fix in our hearts,
And what could I do.
Through fields of amber we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So slipped on ice and sing, friends,
With what a fix filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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