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My wife %s aunt fanny,
We forgot my hat for a bite,
With what a fix in our hearts,
And so ends my tale.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where echoes softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let music 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 fix filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our love for aye.
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