Where are the grooms?
Where are the brides?
On the door steps
Shoes market pride
They don't worry
About shoe snatchers run
Leaving them behind
They have better errands to smile
So where are the grooms?
So where are the brides?
Do you hear them calling?
The cars have arrived
Behind the doors
Saying a prayer or two
On the journey blissful surrounding
They don't worry about the shoes
Who wants them?
Maybe the drug addicts....
Dreaming of such a time
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