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Just then %s old uncle zeke,
We forgot my hat to the show,
With what a fool in our hearts,
And and that was that.
Through fields of blue we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The soul finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So forgot my hat and sing, friends,
With what a fool filling each day,
Till dreams guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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