“I grew up believing that once I was grown
I’d find a good man and make him my own
My search for this man has left me at a loss
There was one it seems, but he died on a cross
A husband I took and promised to cherish
To love and to honour until we both perish
Forsaking all others, for richer, for poorer
We turned from the altar, and that’s when I saw her…”
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