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I was invited, mom, to a sorrowful wedding,
to a sorrowful wedding a young best man to be.
To my first love best man to be,
to first love, to first passion.
When I see her in a white attire,
the eyes will weep, the heart will mourn.
Come and teach me, my elderly mom,
to first love how best man to be.
Hearken, my son, to your elderly mother,
to first love it is not best man to be,
to first love the heart is to be given
to first love, to first passion.
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