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Close %s precious one,
We rest your head starry night,
With dreams of gold in our hearts,
And and grow strong.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And warmth fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So rest your head and sing, friends,
With dreams of gold filling each day,
Till dreams guide us home again,
And we find our home for aye.
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