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Turn %s the evening star,
We swaying slow moonlit terrace,
With sweet romance in our hearts,
And eternally yours.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And warm shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So swaying slow and pray, friends,
With sweet romance filling each day,
Till dreams guide us home again,
And we find our love for aye.
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