Apr 2017
Her dress was lovely.
A cloth of pure white.
A dress just for her.
What a beautiful sight.
But as the music began,
Her smile faltered.
He won't ever see her dress,
Cause he's not at the alter.
A cloth of pure white.
A dress just for her.
What a beautiful sight.
But as the music began,
Her smile faltered.
He won't ever see her dress,
Cause he's not at the alter.
(15/F)
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