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We danced with spacemen
And glamped in style
Lingered in the twinkly grove awhile
Dovecotes, fountains, food and wine
Admired the cosmos with planets aligned

Marched to cast pearls before the swine
Minds awhirl in these strangest of times
I thank that I am yours
That you are mine

Back on our hill in Ivar's care
All before us to lovingly share
Mr Bimble dances to his sleeping tune
And dreams of chasing a tiny moon

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