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The gorgeous sun rises on the east side,

and it beams down on your beautiful face.

While on this journey you have been my guide,

we have years ahead this is not a race.

Hand in hand we are bonded together.

Never before have I seen such clear skies,

or have experienced such nice weather.

Except for when I'm looking into your eyes.

I get a feeling of tranquility.

They are warm, sweet and kind just like you are,

I can escape into eternity.

Yet, I'm scared I never traveled this far.

But before the sun sets and ends all life,

one last wish, to make you my lovely wife.

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