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A funny %s aunt fanny,
We chased a hen for a bite,
With merry mess in our hearts,
And ain't it rich.
Through fields of amber we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let love fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So chased a hen and pray, friends,
With merry mess filling each day,
Till dreams guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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