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When lovers speak of fairytales and rings,
And bouquet ribbons hide away the thorns
On roses made of glass with satin wings,
Just listen: deep within, a child mourns.

In time the innocence will fade away,
When lovers speak of fairytales and rings,
So celebrate the glory of the day,
And shrink from thought of what tomorrow brings.

By dawn the nightingale remembered sings,
And autumn fires fall blackened to the sod,
When lovers speak of fairytales and rings,
Now demons lurk where unicorns once trod.

From ev'ry end the world is born anew,
And gentle kisses soothe the sharpest stings,
For this day all the words are sweet and true,
When lovers speak of fairytales and rings.