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The Wedding Bells.
A poem by
Kate Greenaway
The Wedding Bells were ringing,
And Monday was the day,
And all the little ladies
Were there so fresh and gay.
And up up up the steps they went,
The wedding fine to see;
And the Roses were all for the Bride,
So pretty so pretty was she.
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