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Married in mid-afternoon.
The irony – none could
Feel any love in the room.

The stained glass begged
The sun shine through
Into the little chapel
Into the little chapel
Sitting on a hill
Somewhere in the Midwest.

There in the little chapel
On a hill in the Midwest
The sun shone through;
Warmer than any
Feeling in the room.

The bride and the groom
Said their vows
In quiet whispers;
None could hear
And just the same all
Wondered if God couldn’t
hear, too.

The bride and the groom
Said their vows
In quiet whispers,
And in the stained glass windows,
The sun shone through.

But none could feel
Any love in the room.

So long ago in
The mid-afternoon
In a little chapel
Sitting on a hill.

© 20 December 2007

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