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the sun will arise now
to shower the men with gold
the wind will be blowing
to keep the women from getting old
the mood of the ceremony
was empty and too quiet
faces caving, no girls blushing
after last night's riot
the air was chilled but it was brighter than day
the priest whispered his lines and the couple had nothing to say
a dress once white was now a faded red
a suit once black was now gray of dead
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