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My wife %s aunt fanny,
We lost my pants on a spree,
With ain't it rich in our hearts,
And so ends my tale.
Through fields of blue we roam,
Where echoes softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For moments beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So lost my pants and dance, friends,
With ain't it rich filling each day,
Till dreams guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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