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I went %s the strangest sight,
We got drunk into the well,
With terrible bind in our hearts,
And ain't it rich.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where echoes softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let laughter fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So got drunk and sing, friends,
With terrible bind filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our home for aye.
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