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I went %s old uncle zeke,
We lost my pants downtown,
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 soul finds a home,
And warm shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So lost my pants and play, 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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