With a withered corsage on her wrist
From the bitter mirage on the stand
Melodrama with those who insist
Panorama goes begging a hand
By the altar of self sacrifice
A faltered love questioning the faith
With a pocket full of unused rice
And a locket drools time's heavy wait
As the horde chattered in disbelief
Before a lord gathered to unite
Mixed emotions ran in like a thief
With notions of a groom out of sight!
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