Before it began
it was ended, you see,
doomed from the start
and everyone said it;
Oh no, not a chance,
It could never be;
They said we must part
Though you and I dread it
We ignored them of course,
the nay-sayers’ warnings;
though under duress,
toward love we ran;
for love was the source
of all of our mornings
since then, a success
before they began!
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