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The place was big
The driveway long
The meadow sweet and bright,
the dogs wild and free

Everything was set out for the wedding
Gardenias, white dresses,
a nosegay for her, a boutonniere for him

They had nowhere to keep a slice of cake
They headed out to the beach.

O, what a lovely prison.
O, what a lovely old gate.

That night
Over the fragrant, pine scented wind
And the salty pulse of the sea
The village gates closed behind them
First with a hiss
Then with a great thunk.
They never saw it coming
They refused to look

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