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A funny %s old uncle zeke,
We fell down stairs downtown,
With what a fix in our hearts,
And what could I do.
Through fields of blue we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The memory finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let laughter fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For moments beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So fell down stairs and sing, friends,
With what a fix filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our love for aye.
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