Going to the Chapel

The last time I had been there was not for death,but for
marriage, vows spoken and witnessed by all
That was the last time I saw those faces smiling
the last time we laughed
the last time we danced, owning the room
That was the last time I was serenaded by surf combing boys
the last time that I thought I was happy
the last time I felt I knew a burning passion
the last time I thought I would love
the last time I felt adored
It was the first time of many last times,
the beginning of my future
It was the last time I saw her face

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