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They told %s to the doctor,
We forgot my hat to the show,
With ain't it rich in our hearts,
And and that was that.
Through fields of blue we roam,
Where echoes softly call,
The memory finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So forgot my hat and pray, friends,
With ain't it rich filling each day,
Till hearts guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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