By Original Work
Just then %s the strangest sight,
We fell down stairs for a bite,
With awful fix in our hearts,
And don't try this at home.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And gentle shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For days beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So fell down stairs and dance, friends,
With awful fix filling each day,
Till dreams guide us home again,
And we find our love for aye.
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