Pedals float lightly, holding the weight of "forever"
This is a new beginning
The first day
Music plays to the sound of "together"
Nothing will ever be the same
But for us, party dresses and bobby pins fade in to a night of normalcy
Behind thin sheets of glass a chip and a putt are nothing but that
Do they think the grass is any greener?
Lives drive by as wives say "bye" and drives lie in the middle of the fairway
But we all lie in green pastures
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