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Add a-nother night of bliss |
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One girl, one boy; some grief, some joy |
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Memo-ries are made of this. |
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Don’t for-get a small moon-beam |
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Fold in lightly with a dream |
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Your lips and mine; two sips of wine |
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Memo-ries are made of this. |
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Then add the wedding bells |
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One house where lovers dwell |
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Three little kids for the flavor |
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Stir carefully thru the days |
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These are the dreams you will sav-or. |
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With His blessings from a-bove |
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Serve it gen’rously with love |
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One man, one wife; one love thru life |
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Memo-ries are made of this. |
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Memo-ries are made of this. |
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