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The Bridal Ring

Picky, prickly roses fall upon your hardness
I long for short, long hair upon your grease
black nights, white days, upon my shadow
of my riches in glory
I cannot seem to fight the end of this story
My might, my strength is footed well upon your climb
I rebut any negative
I reboot any plush pillows of settling upon your year
This will be forever pictured, lips puff like the pillows
It's what I settle upon, The spit, the slime of understanding love
It can never be gross
It is as sterling as silver
as gold as sterling
silver and gold

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The Bridal Ring