This compliment to this glory
Confetti! Confetti ! Confetti !
The prime of adulation
The resume of a new epoch
Sentiment of joy, prime of hope.
To this reality betrothed itself to humanity
Confetti ! Confetti! Confetti !
Of this terrible happiness
Lies the unsearchable destruction
That begets divorce;
A testimony against this perfect adulation
The numbing joy,
The hope entrusted,
Over the fame proclaimed
The world of peace pieced with hate
The happy songs from the altar of harmony by the priest
Altered by this untamed human glory and quest
Confetti, the pride of a lady
Confetti, her vision affirmed
Confetti, she is in charge of the hour
Confetti, her mates adore her with
And the uproar that matches the glorious ceremony
Beclouds and bedevils its climax
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