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He loved me when I was young and fair, He loved me with bobby pins in my hair, He still loves me now as I grow old, He walks beside me, my hand to hold. What is love but the smell of roses And dancing each day till one reposes, Laughing, sharing, holding, forgiving, Let's do it all now, while we're still living. Morning, night and afternoon We may march to a different tune, But we're in sync when it comes to reminiscing, Sparks of fire, hugs and kissing And passionate lovers we will forever be If only in our memory.
My husband and I will be celebrating 52 years of marriage on New Year's Eve.
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