Fifty years
or just one month,
it really doesn't matter--
if she's the one you truly love
Time's footsteps never clatter,
but slipper-soft they tiptoe past...
you scarcely know they've gone
as hand-in-hand and heart-to-heart
love's old sweet song you've sung.

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