From: Songs of The Bride, The Hague Satyres.
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Epilogue
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That was the story of the Bride
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stripped by her bachelors Even
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Narrated and written down a second time.
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In reality she is in Philadelphia, USA
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pressed between two plates of glass
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riveted to her Bachelors.
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But as an image of freedom personified
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she can move through all dimensions
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and go everywhere.
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Although she is not made of flesh and blood
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although she is an image, that must be imagined
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that not only the Bachelors
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have their Litanies but also the Bride
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everyone now can understand!
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Be quiet and sit still
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Put yur hands to your ear
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so that her signals
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- arrived from far away -
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can enter your attention span.
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Listen!
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Now you will hear one of her songs:
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