By Original Work
Just then %s the strangest sight,
We lost my pants downtown,
With what a fix in our hearts,
And so I told them.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And gentle shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So lost my pants and sing, friends,
With what a fix filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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