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By Anuj Bhardwaj

When the sunlight will peer through the windows

When the winds will come joining hands with the mistrals

When the bells of the temples will ring in the rhythm

When the birds will sing the verses of Bible

You will be standing down the aisle

In the great white floral dress

With Gypsophila in your hands

And wreath of lilies over your great golden hair

You will walk the aisle.

By Anuj Bhardwaj

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