My wedding is my heart that bleeds for you at night,
At day the dawn comprises the spirit of solutions and sight.
My marriage with life composes the stories of strife,
A regular action transmits the actions of a multitude.
My doing is my doing, my little life of little size and shape;
At day I connive the stronger forms of theories,
At night, I celebrate your face and heart together with dice;
The chances are slim that wrinkles will appear to the right.
My force is my reduction of life, my force still straightaway
Argues with the others in a spirit that is parallel.
My forefathers gathered amiable men who died and tried,
Figuring out a solution for the wishes of the one who made.
My deeds are my company, my doing is a projector
Or a cinema or worse, this day the temptation lasts,
And forever the life of a star above occurs to challenge
Us as we wed the familiar one, and demote the loser.
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