Oh, woe, my life, a sacrifice I'd give,
Oh, woe, my life, for you I truly live.
Respect the elders, love the young with grace,
Respect the elders, in this sacred space.
Oh, woe, my life, a sacrifice I'd give,
Oh, woe, my life, for you I truly live.
The husband, plain, a canvas yet untamed,
The wife, a rainbow, colors all proclaimed.
To whom complain, when shadows start to creep?
To whom dispute, when secrets lie asleep?
To whom complain, when shadows start to creep?
To whom dispute, when secrets lie asleep?
Oh, woe, my life, a sacrifice I'd give,
Oh, woe, my life, for you I truly live.
When I depart, will memory be true?
When I wed, will longing follow you?
When I depart, will memory be true?
When I wed, will longing follow you?
When I wed, will longing follow you?
Do not such acts, a poisoned arrow fling,
Do not such acts, a bitter lesson bring.
Respect the elders, love the young with grace,
Respect the elders, in this sacred space.
Oh, woe, my life, a sacrifice I'd give,
Oh, woe, my life, for you I truly live.
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