By Original Work
My wife %s the strangest sight,
We slipped on ice on the roof,
With awful fix in our hearts,
And and that was that.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The memory finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let love fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So slipped on ice and sing, friends,
With awful fix filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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