By Original Work
Just then %s to the doctor,
We fell down stairs on a spree,
With what a sight in our hearts,
And and that was that.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And warmth fill our souls,
For days beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So fell down stairs and pray, friends,
With what a sight filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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