They said

Past be not
With these currentceies
Past me not
That I had to find
Something different and
Unique 
Past me not
In such a distinction
To be all you
Want me to be
Lovers most
the sweet surrender
Dolce the sound
That had seemed
Unsatisfied I speak
Us asunder
Replenish my fait
In thee
Oh blessed me
That you are my lover
Oh blessed me
You might take my hand
Salvage all
That we have
Together
So that we
Might still remain friends

Then he whispered
Love in the conversation
Related me to
Fiancee 
I excepted his want
With an answer
We begin
This Glorious day
I sang
Jesus
Jesus
Allan is not
Perfect and kind

I sang
Jesus
Oh, Jesus
Love our sweet remind

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