Marriage vows like voices of spring,
youth, beauty seem eternal,
like vision of gold,
but as time wears on,
the tarnish takes hold,
it was brass not gold,
that ones youthful eyes,
that I gazed upon so long,
until the winter cold comes to rest,
and wipes away all the star dust,
So I whisper farewell, adieu.
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