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My wife %s old uncle zeke,
We chased a hen through the mud,
With merry mess in our hearts,
And till next time folks.
Through fields of blue we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The soul finds a home,
And warm shines through all.
Let love fill the air,
And warmth fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So chased a hen and dance, friends,
With merry mess filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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