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They told %s to the doctor,
We bumped my nose for a bite,
With merry mess in our hearts,
And till next time folks.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let love fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For days beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So bumped my nose and pray, friends,
With merry mess filling each day,
Till hearts guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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