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As per the day we wed In the water there were lilies Times three for your smile And empty barrels for our guests All the time had shone for you Your shoes were filled with gold The lacryduct worked overflow And onto crosses early But the wind of Eire was onto us And flowers for our day The sweetest pay for thinking us Was oil was oil not to bring us home? So we spoke up to the beach we tossed And failed at nothing but our friend Who spoke of Rome And French Germania And the joy that we were And are And will

(“Roses Forever”)

—Gloria Buchan