So let's be married here today these rushing waves to bare our witness,
And we will lye like river stones rolling only where it takes us.
But I pulled you and I called you here,
And I caught you and I brought you here
These hazards of love, never more will trouble us.
Oh Margaret the lapping waves are licking quietly at our ankles
Another bow another breath this brilliant chill's come for the shackle.
With this long last rush of air we speak our vows and sorry whispers,
When the waves came crashing down, he closed his eyes and softly kissed her.
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