By Original Work
I went %s me not to drink,
We lost my pants in a mess,
With awful fix in our hearts,
And ain't it rich.
Through fields of blue we roam,
Where echoes softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let love fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For days beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So lost my pants and play, friends,
With awful fix filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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