The stars aline to see you pass
Your infinite gaze is supreme
Overshawdoing my darkess nights
Let my hearts sing songs of joy and dance the night away ...
This is what I vow;
He shall have my heart to keep,
Sweetly will we stir and sleep,
All the years, as now.
Swift the measured sands may run;
Love like this is never done;
He and I are welded one:
This is what I vow.
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