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There was a poison running thought my veins - haunting me like the mark of cain - then glory came to me and drew tho poison from my artery - you child of the light - my only love - my future wife - I give to you a heart scarred and impure - but I give it all away - with no doubts or reservations - I trust in you my kindred soul - I trust you with my life and more - you bring me a recollection of youthful happiness - a sense of peace that all is right and well - that dark days have long since past - you’re the choice I wouldn’t choose to be any other way.