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A strange wind is blowing in the park,

You have to meet with me after dark,

 They are planning a wedding in the

 Trees and you have to get a secret gear

 Before you can attend the wedding over there

They have been planning this from twenty sixteen

When the mean guy came on the scene

They invited ten thousand guests

to take part in a lifetime dream

Everything was carefully worked out

With a slate a drone and the bison horn

The day has finally come when the truth

Will be revealed under the visionless sun

And the eyes will be there

 Searching for you everywhere

A strange wind is blowing over there

People are coming from everywhere

They came all the way from

Latain America, Canada, Cuba and the

Caribbean to sing eclipsical song

The Germans were there too

And the British were wooing me and you

The French are standing guard

And the Americans are cleaning the yard

The natives from African  and India

are wrapped in fine threads

and yards of clothing wrapped around

 their bodies and sweeping on the ground

The moon empress land on the lawan

just before the break of dawn

All the couples take up ther position in the tree

 To begin the mysterious wedding ceremony,

the weddeing bells begin to ring

and the angles began to sing

The flying saucer came straight from the

Sky with the secret brides wrapped up inside

There face were hidden under the veil

Exposing their watchful eyes waiting for destiny

To transpire under the blessed sky

The cermoney begain to tell the tales of 

A wedding in the middle of the tree

is the perfect irony for you and me

The couples are celebrating with thee

Look at them standing in the swaying trees

And when the ceremoney was done they left that place

In the flying saucer to romance in the burning sun

Ten thousand guest gallavanting in the breeze as the

Universe bond together to celebrate with thee

This is the biggest wedding I have ever seen

With couples dancing in the trees

Desire running up and down the place

 And if your on he guest list go on over

And enjoy the wonderful bliss

Something splended is happening over there

And you can tell that destiny is drawing

The breeze is crawling on its knees and

The wedding guests are saluting thee.
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