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BLACK WEDDING DAY
(Ian M. Bruce/Victor C. Besch)

The guests stood silently clutching their handkerchiefs
Thoughts of the bride; tears filled every eye.
Her skin so smooth. Porcelain pale
As she gazed from the gallery on her own wedding day.

Some sang reservedly, Some counting rosaries.
Father of the bride couldn't give her away.
But he did give the eulogy, hope in the tale,
Which was heard by the bride on her Black Wedding Day

Managing their misery, filing past family
But the groom stands alone. He's got nothing to say.
Cruel was the hand of fate, twisting the tail.
Robbed of his bride on his Black Wedding Day

Wedding guests everywhere. From the graveyard they stand and stare
The bride sees her casket go deep in the clay.
palms to the chosen one. She will not fail
To go not alone on her Black Wedding Day.

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from Ain't That Pretty?, released February 22, 2016

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