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A funny %s me not to drink,
We lost my pants for a bite,
With what a fool in our hearts,
And the laugh's on me.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And gentle shines through all.
Let love fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For moments beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So lost my pants and dance, friends,
With what a fool filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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