It was my bridal night I remember, An old man of seventy-three I lay with my young bride in my arms, A girl with t.b. It was wartime, and overhead The Germans were making a particularly heavy raid on Hampstead. Harry, do they ever collide? I do not think it has ever happened, Oh my bride, my bride.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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