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Sing of marriage and of loves that last, Each year again a cause for jubilation

Voices and arms raised in celebration, Elevating either gloss or glass. Nor can one find one's way Across the vast time

Twixt birth and death, without relation, Ever the locale of one's location

Ever the love that binds one to life fast. Nor ought one be a tree without deep roots

Yielding to the next fierce hurricane, Ever fearful of each gathering storm

A self and soul work best when in cahoots, Rationale and rational the same

Singing with full throat a joyful song