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A funny %s to the doctor,
We bumped my nose downtown,
With what a sight in our hearts,
And so ends my tale.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let laughter fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For moments beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So bumped my nose and pray, friends,
With what a sight filling each day,
Till hearts guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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