Before there can be a wedding
There must be a weighing of our love
How much of it is self-desire
And how much the real fire
How much a feather can tip the scales
To prove the phony and the liar
The stupid who play the gods for fools
And find yourself among them
Before there can be a wedding
There must be romance the unraveling
Of unsolvable riddles
In someone else's face
A cup must be passed
The taste of tears and laughter
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