I Wear This Ring
When did I die and go to heaven,
it was the day I saw your face,
parawet’s and sprinks from fairy dust,
in your wedding gown today,
my legs went week,
oh so sweet,
as you came to me,
time passes but memories last us,
to death I will wear this ring.
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