Married Love
I want to be your friend forever and ever When the hills are all flat And the rivers
run dry When the trees blossom in winter And the snow falls in summer, When heaven
and earth mix Not till then will part from you.
You and I Have so much love
/>That it Burns like a fire, In which we bake a lump of clay Molded into a figure of
you And a figure of me. Then we take both of them, And break them into pieces,
/>And mix the pieces with water, And mold again a figure of you, And a figure of me.
/>I am in your clay. You are in my clay. In life we share a single quilt. In death we
will share one bed.
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