We must walk miles to the wedding
It won't come to us
But only if we get invited
By an angel we can trust
We must come to a clearing
In the woods hungry and unsure
And share our meal with a dove
A greedy crow pursues
We must lose our heads and hasten
Down a path we can't retrace
Until we finally reach the gate
And knocking enter the great domed room
Where the bride and groom await
We must have nothing left to give
But all our love
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