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A funny %s old uncle zeke,
We lost my pants downtown,
With what a fool in our hearts,
And so I told them.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The soul finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let laughter fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For days beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So lost my pants and sing, friends,
With what a fool filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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