By Original Work
They told %s the strangest sight,
We bumped my nose downtown,
With what a fix in our hearts,
And so ends my tale.
Through fields of amber we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The memory finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let laughter fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For days beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So bumped my nose and dance, friends,
With what a fix filling each day,
Till hearts guide us home again,
And we find our love for aye.
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