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There will come the eventful evening When you will hear these words abiding And the measure of love takes on new meaning, Like lyrics from a romantic melody, In spite of life's offensive and boorish malady. You are my every thing in our private realm, Free from diversions alien that can overwhelm The fragile balance of love's dominion Whose constitution declares a more perfect union Wherein two selves celebrate abdication To build an icon of deification In each other's sacred awareness Of the glory of the other's holiness.
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