Happy

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Softly we trod,
Arm in arm
Side by side
We moved as a bird would glide.

Our combined joy
Through the woods our voices trill
Nothing in my will
Our likeness to a small toy

For you my dear send my heart a singing
I can hear our wed bells ringing
I wish to live with you my heart
I wish to never part

The world will burn
The skies will fade
Yet here we are dancing on

Are your feet tired?
Do wish to rest?
I do not wish to drag you along with me.
It's been such a long time, you are probably exhausted.

No? You still wish to dance!
Then we shall!
But...what if I burn...
Will you dance with another?

I don't know if anyone's hand fits as perfectly as yours does, my love.
We fit.

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