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Prior Engagement

This day was far from my childhood dreams
Visions of white have turned to black
Lilies and lace for a bouquet
Now turn to roses to adorn your grave
You should be at the altar, staring at me
You are still there, but can no longer see
You were supposed to carry me through the church door
Now six men to carry you come forth
You were only ever engaged to her,
Mother Earth





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