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The Purple Gown

Copyright 2013, DC Bianchino, All Rights Reserved.

And the Tide swings
As the Mountain bows
The Moon.

And they dance the Night
Till Day as Bride and

And if they voice be heard
It’s Wind and Wave
With Stars that hold their seat.

Laughing by the waters edge
With guests now called
To meet.

To celebrate this wedding
With heart on Hallowed

When Day still sleeps
And Silence weeps
For Bride with Purple