His proposed engagement - she had dreamt.
… You'll have my answer in the morning
I'll sleep on it. Don't wish to repent-
At leisure: find me resorting
To whims acting oddly, filled with doubt.
Hands are trembling; her knees are knocking
Her heart is shouting, yes, to avouch
Take this moment, isn't he, charming-
She had never slept so well before.
When his morning wake-up call arrived
It rang with the words for evermore
Yes, I'll be your bride
Forevermore!
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