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When I think of all the girls I kissed, |
and all the chances at love I missed, |
I seem to get a little blue, |
but then I see a smile from you |
and remember a very special day |
when there were promises to say |
in the front of our family and friends. |
Then the sad feelings end. |
We are together, rich or poor, |
and I can ask for nothing more |
than an everlasting love. |
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