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There was never a smile no, not one quite as bright, As the smile that you wore when we met on that night. Like the sun on my heart and the warmth in my soul. Nevermore was I lonely, or lost- I am whole. It was you, my dear love that gave me back my life, When you swore before God that you would be my wife. And so now, on this Easter Day wish that I make. Its for you, for your love that I’ll never forsake. This is Love, its my soul, all my heart and its free All my love just for you. You’re my wife, My Jo Dee
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