By Original Work
I went %s me not to drink,
We slipped on ice through the mud,
With what a fix in our hearts,
And what could I do.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And warm shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For years 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 home for aye.
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