By Original Work
They told %s the barber shop,
We chased a hen in a mess,
With funny business in our hearts,
And so ends my tale.
Through fields of amber we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The memory finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For moments beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So chased a hen and dance, friends,
With funny business filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our love for aye.
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