But so we were here a year ago this week, and we said we're going to do it this big,
and that's why we're going to do it this big, and that's why we're going to do it this big.
I think I've remembered this by last Saturday.
Nothing.
We're good.
We're good.
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile, the world goes on. Meanwhile, the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscape.
Over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile, the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again.
Hey, friends of 6-8, you're Shirei.
You catch us on the end of Johnson to be my lawfully wedded husband.
My best friend, my loyal partner, and my lawfully dismayed forward.
In the presence of God and our failing friends, I offer you this song, God, to be your devoted partner
in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, in joy, as well as sorrow.
I promise to love you unconditionally, to support you and your goals, to build a home and a family with you,
to honor and respect you, to laugh with you, to cry with you, and to respect and cherish you for the lives of both of us.
What love has brought together, let no one and nothing put us under.
And gentlemen, you've been a love kiss.
I'm happy when I'm near.
I'm happy when I'm near.
