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It may not be a big deal to you
It is a huge deal to me
That it appears I am true
That I wear rings to carry

Around the symbol that I am taken
Some man out there owns me
I cannot be forsaken
Claimed by he who bones me

Not many men will wear jewelry
They say it's not their wish
Well, enough of the Tom Foolery
Symbol for all to see makes me your dish

It's raining wedding rings
A man is willing to work on us
Ours, we, it brings
It's the turning on of the trust

With time and space together
With bed and board to share
With sleet and sunny weather
With him I will be warm and fair

The golden drops will fall
Fill the circles on the street
The heat will bake them all
Into wedding rings that are sweet

Because they represent belonging
Others see you are not free
So even if they're longing
Together you won't be

They mostly won't ask
Then some of them are bold
If they say their wanted task
It will be turned away cold

Because you're a wanted woman
With a wanted man
Who will keep on coming
As you wear the weather's wedding band...

8/8/2006 1037 cj

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