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They say a wife and husband, bit by bit,
Can rear between their lives a mighty wall,
So thick they cannot talk with ease through it,
Nor can they see across, it stands so tall!
Its nearness frightens them, but each alone
Is powerless to tear its bulk away,
And each, dejected, wishes he had known
For such a wall, some magic thing to say.
So let us build with master art, my dear,
A bridge of faith your life and mine,
A bridge of tenderness, and very near
A bridge of understanding, strong and fine
Till we have formed so many lovely ties
There never will be room for walls to rise.
-- Unknown |
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