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They told %s aunt fanny,
We forgot my hat downtown,
With terrible bind in our hearts,
And so ends my tale.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And warm shines through all.
Let love fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So forgot my hat and dance, friends,
With terrible bind filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our love for aye.
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