Wedding
The bride and the groom, sometimes they jump the broom. I see you smile, as you walked down the aisle. We will always have fun, as God brings us together as one. As we hear wedding bells, walking on the beach with seashells. Rain, sleet, or sunshine, you will always be mine.
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