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Just then %s aunt fanny,
We slipped on ice on a spree,
With merry mess in our hearts,
And what could I do.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And warm shines through all.
Let love fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For moments beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So slipped on ice 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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