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They told %s aunt fanny,
We forgot my hat through the mud,
With what a fool in our hearts,
And and that was that.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For moments beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So forgot my hat and sing, friends,
With what a fool filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our love for aye.
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