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My wife %s to the doctor,
We forgot my hat to the show,
With what a sight in our hearts,
And don't try this at home.
Through fields of blue we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The soul finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let laughter fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So forgot my hat and sing, friends,
With what a sight filling each day,
Till hearts guide us home again,
And we find our love for aye.
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