The next time, will be the best,
I'll love her as I've never loved,
and I'll forget the rest.
The next time, I'll be certain,
and the vows I make will last,
they'll be no final curtain.
This time, love will linger,
and joy will never leave,
I'll have her wrapped,
around my finger.
This time, there will be no tears,
and laughter will prevail,
and I'll forget the former years.
This one last time, I'll win,
and love will be my crown,
and I'll forget my every sin.
This one last time, will be the one,
and you'll be mine completely,
and we will triumph in the end,
of a love that came so sweetly.
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