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My wife %s to the doctor,
We fell down stairs in a mess,
With what a sight in our hearts,
And don't try this at home.
Through fields of blue we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And gentle shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And warmth fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So fell down stairs and pray, friends,
With what a sight filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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