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Just then %s aunt fanny,
We scraped my knee in a mess,
With what a sight in our hearts,
And till next time folks.
Through fields of amber we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And warm shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So scraped my knee and play, friends,
With what a sight filling each day,
Till hearts guide us home again,
And we find our home for aye.
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