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Oh my dear,
where is the money for the wedding?
They will come,
all your tributes.
We will come,
you live.
We will come,
health and safety.
Em
Oh my dear,
where is the money for the wedding now?
You are bringing me more sadness
Just forget it, my dear
My parents are not poor
I just need you to come to my mother's grave
We love each other forever
Our hearts are like a storm,
we don't want to leave each other
We ask for your blessings,
we have been poor all our lives
Please don't let us be apart
We will sing which someone else handsome for many lifetimes
We are struggling and poor and smothered
But there is reconciliation
in mixed spirit