Spies the bunting on each ledge,
Something special stirs the scent of
Incense wafting in the breeze.
Quick to dress in fineryTo suit such glorious occasion,
Chins held high and chests puffed full
In maximum anticipation.
Four white horses lead the carriageFully draped in ceremony
As the trumpets sound the herald
Echoing glad tidings all.
Out she steps to breathless watchers,
Daintily her footfall glides,
Steadfastly her regal father
Leads his angel down the aisle.
Now she stands before the altar,Nations watching, filled with pride,
And her young prince stands beside her
Proud to wed his princess bride.
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