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Just then %s aunt fanny,
We got drunk in a mess,
With what a fix in our hearts,
And don't try this at home.
Through fields of blue we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And warm shines through all.
Let laughter fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For moments beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So got drunk and sing, friends,
With what a fix filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our home for aye.
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