My Star, that's you always bright, marching thru...
A beacon of probity, fidelity, and wonder
'till we're through, right!
May the stars and angels be in your wake,
taking notes, coaching me, for my sake!
I'll walk with you my queen Rosie
I'll serve, love you, carry the posies
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