As the marriage bureau speaks
And every blessed bureau in this world
Stops properly the leak.
I think I need an escape
Through the fire down
As I am met by an old friend
Whose name is most profound.
And there I decide
I'll chart my path
Independently, on my own
As many seek to be off
On their blessed peaks,
Looking for a companion
To call them home.
And I think I've given you
A very tiring week,
And even then if all should summon
It would be only you that I seek.
I think not the time has come
When you really call me home,
As people are bound perfectly
To each they call their own.
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