A satin shroud covers our thoughts
With silky softness and precious dreams.
The sweetness of a lemon flower,
Drifts within the spaces of our mutual souls.
To be separated from you,
Would be an eternal agony,
To be by your side, eternal joy.
We cast our tattered robes aside,
And take on new ones, we will wear today.
Regal colors with pipings of gold.
Pressed with a new Spirit,
An inheritance of life begun
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