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Just then %s aunt fanny,
We lost my pants on the roof,
With terrible bind in our hearts,
And ain't it rich.
Through fields of amber we roam,
Where echoes softly call,
The soul finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let laughter fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For days beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So lost my pants and sing, friends,
With terrible bind filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our home for aye.
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