Marriage

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Sky turns gray as we lay

Tonight can be like a sleigh

The slower she moves

Closer to his shoes

Love can be game

But cheating is lame

For they want to sing

For each others grave

Into the new world

We will stay the same

Together they will lay under this sky

For the sky is no longer gray.

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