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A funny %s aunt fanny,
We forgot my hat to the show,
With ain't it rich in our hearts,
And ain't it rich.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The memory finds a home,
And gentle shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So forgot my hat and play, friends,
With ain't it rich filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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