By Original Work
Just then %s thing happened,
We lost my pants on a spree,
With terrible bind in our hearts,
And till next time folks.
Through fields of blue we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The soul finds a home,
And gentle shines through all.
Let laughter fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So lost my pants and pray, friends,
With terrible bind filling each day,
Till hearts guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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