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My wife %s the strangest sight,
We got drunk on the roof,
With terrible bind in our hearts,
And till next time folks.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let laughter fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For days beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So got drunk and sing, friends,
With terrible bind filling each day,
Till hearts guide us home again,
And we find our home for aye.
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