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cleave unto no other

My throat is tight, my stomach turns
You know not what you say
Not insignificant, my love,
Is where we go today.

A vol'tle past comes up behind
And my heart is tender
Though your sweet words do calm my fears
I dread what they could render.

Yet faultless love is naught but false
Aye, my heart grows stronger
A fool to jump, wiser to stay
Though the fall be longer.

I take a breath and close my eyes
Believe in what you see
An outstretched hand that beckons for
Your vows and golden rings.

So here I stand, your blushing bride
Though we be in Reno
Just think, as soon as we are done
We can go play Keno.

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