He led her to the altar, ’twas merely tit for tat;
He led her to the altar, she led him after that.
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He stood on the bridge at midnight,
Beneath the heaven’s great dome,
Because he was married and the jag that he carried,
Made him afraid to go home.
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When I go to bed at night I snore so loud I cannot sleep. In fact, I am often compelled to go into the next room so that I may not hear myself snore.
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