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Here's to the bride that was married today,
Here's to the groom she wed,
May all their troubles be light as bubbles
Or the feathers that make up their bed! |
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Each man spoils the one he loves,
And gratifies her wishes.
The rich man showers her with gifts;
The poor man dries the dishes. |
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