By Original Work
Just then %s the strangest sight,
We slipped on ice downtown,
With merry mess in our hearts,
And what could I do.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The memory finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For moments beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So slipped on ice and sing, friends,
With merry mess filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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