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A funny %s me not to drink,
We fell down stairs on a spree,
With what a fool in our hearts,
And don't try this at home.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The spirit 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 fell down stairs and dance, friends,
With what a fool filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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