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I went %s aunt fanny,
We forgot my hat through the mud,
With merry mess in our hearts,
And so ends my tale.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where echoes softly call,
The soul finds a home,
And warm shines through all.
Let love fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So forgot my hat and pray, friends,
With merry mess filling each day,
Till dreams guide us home again,
And we find our home for aye.
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