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Devine

Thy perfection speakest thee as mine might we marry by the fount oh gracious God might she speak me hers: not to unravel my faith in thee. The Tempst of Satan, the demon of deceit must never show it's face. that we might dine in perfect peace to plan our wedding day. Propagatated thru marraige might we agree. Might we be joined in the name of God. Speak the words that songsters sing to unite us with a kiss. To the nature of our relationship might applause do then proclaim. The purpose of marriage the purpose of this togetherness this here and now that they might kiss to symbolize there union.

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