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She glances down at the ring on her finger Memories of him continue you to linger Was he a dream in her mind Or was he a pleasure she did find The pictures of them scattered around her Memories they do stir Both painful and sweet She spies a picture of the night they did meet He looks so handsome to her Through the tears the memories blur The wedding picture jumps to her sight Her gown so lacey and white How young they both looked that innocent time never overlooked She knows in her heart They had drifted apart In such a short time He was stolen from her in his prime She is much too young to be alone And she shouldn't have had to pick a stone The glimmer in her eye has died As if she was buried by his side Her hands grasp the wedding picture Just as he did when his heart did fracture She holds it to her chest like him when he had his attack The tears flow from her wanting him to come back |
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