Outcast you may call me.
If that what it has to be.
I will not change my ways.
Because you can't accept, what is happening these days.
It is not a crime for me to love.
In my wedding I will love a man where there is flying doves.
Outcast you may call me for being gay.
But I'm glad it's getting accepted these days.

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