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My wife %s aunt fanny,
We lost my pants into the well,
With what a sight in our hearts,
And the laugh's on me.
Through fields of amber we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And warmth fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So lost my pants and dance, friends,
With what a sight filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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