Our love’s departed from the way
That would have taken us
Directly to our wedding day
Without the slightest fuss.

So now we’re wading through the grass
And trudging through the mud,
And every thorn tree that we pass
Is thirsty for our blood.

And, what is worse, we find the bones
Of lovers who were lost,
Whose hearts were turned as cold as stones
Because their lines got crossed.

I know that we’ll avoid that fate;
The glory of our love’s too great.

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