| There is a bamboo tree that blooms only once in a hundred years
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| This is the year, your wedding year
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| And the bamboo blossoms just for you
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| For you the Columbine is blue
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| The paint brush flames upon the hills
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| For Allison and Denver John
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| A double sunrise lights the dawn
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| I’ve watched you blossom since you met
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| You’ve made a garden out of love
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| With splendid flowers and bowered paths
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| Where I am satisfied to walk
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| There was a thorn in Denver’s side
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| That Allison has pruned and clipped
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| A sorrow Allison could hide
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| That Denver soothed and comforted
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| Each tending to the others need
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| Tears and smiles looked after now
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| The thorns and sorrows have their place
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| In proper balance, like the stars
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| You are both brave and beautiful
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| My brother, whom I’ve loved for life
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| And now a sister, newly mine
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| To love and treasure day and night
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| Home to the mountains, then, we come
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| To celebrate in unison
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| All peace, and pleasure, joy and bliss
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| To Denver John and Allison
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| Today for you the Columbine is blue
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| The paint brush flames upon the hills
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| For Allison and Denver John
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| A double sunrise lights the dawn |