By Original Work
Just then %s the barber shop,
We got drunk into the well,
With terrible bind in our hearts,
And till next time folks.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where echoes softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And gentle shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For moments beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So got drunk and play, friends,
With terrible bind filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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