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Flirtatiously radiant to all comers at the nuptial supper, you cling with ringed finger to the arm of your charming, reliable spouse, nestling on his chest as the best base for outrageous games. Lamely ill-at-ease, I shuffle in my ruffled comportment to sort out an appearance that's duly subdued (and sorry) in bidding you this final farewell - telling the world that I've lost to one who deserves you. Impervious to the flurry of celebration, I'm hidden amidst a throng of friends joyously regaling; if I fail to match their spirit, it's because I'm now bowing out from your life with the best of grace.      I would that God should undertake to bless      your life together in its happiness.