The air perfume heavy
Silk and lace swish gaily
Sighs and sniffles linger
As holy women pray
“We rejoice in you, Beloved
For you love rightly your lover,”
Call the maidens all together
As they stand round the bride hands clasped
“We rejoice in you,” they again cry out.
“For from death rose unfathomable love,
From mourning came laughter, from the grave, life.
May you never forsake this great romance.”
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