“Marriages are made in heaven, they descend from heaven itself.
Love has been for peace, they peacefully love themselves”
When a Fairy bride with bouquet in hands
Comes off the chariot and smiles so bright
To the public of her left and right.
Some shout king, some shout soldier
Some say “here comes, the knight!”
People in London grow intoxicated and
Mad in their excite
Running, shouting, struggling, crawling
For their Duke’s divine sight
His royal gesture, his decent posture
Everything full of delight
Guests, crowd, fun, joy
All is at its height
Royal feasting, Royal music-
Buckingham is shinning bright
All the citizens, whole of London
Are just standing outside
All are waiting whole heartedly
For the watch to strike fifty-five past five
Then, opened the doors of Royal window
And sparks a divine light
Folded hands, smiling all the while
William kisses the Bride………
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