The Bride
She stands before the looking glass
her wedding day is here at last
a face of porcelain - milky white
a gown of ivory - satin light
stephanotis grace her hair
never such a lady fair
fragrant lilies of early May
will be the blooms in her bouquet
in one more hour she'll say her vow
before the altar she will bow
she'll turn and smile to the man she weds
and everyone will bow their heads
down the aisle as man and wife
out in the world to start their life
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