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(I) In the lavender field holding a white rose Placid visage I was laying all alone. My mascara had not ruined And bun was also perfect Some scent of strawberry was lingering In the air, from my lipstick. I was wearing the velvet dress which I had saved for that day. When everyone would be crying And I'd be all gay. So darling tell me again When you see me on this bed. Do I still look beautiful to you even after I am dead? (II) In the lavender field Holding a white rose Puffy eyes I was all alone. I had not shaved in ages And my tie was not perfect I could still taste her lips That regular strawberry lipstick, I was wearing the black dress Which I had worn that day When we said our vows And became one again. The lavenders prepared her bed As I laid her down to sleep I wiped my tears and whispered, "You always looked beautiful to me."
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 11:13 AM UTC
In the Lavender field.
(I) In the lavender field holding a white rose Placid visage I was laying all alone. My mascara had not ruined And bun was also perfect Some scent of strawberry was lingering In the air, from my lipstick. I was wearing the velvet dress which I had saved for that day. When everyone would be crying And I'd be all gay. So darling tell me again When you see me on this bed. Do I still look beautiful to you even after I am dead? (II) In the lavender field Holding a white rose Puffy eyes I was all alone. I had not shaved in ages And my tie was not perfect I could still taste her lips That regular strawberry lipstick, I was wearing the black dress Which I had worn that day When we said our vows And became one again. The lavenders prepared her bed As I laid her down to sleep I wiped my tears and whispered, "You always looked beautiful to me."
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 11:13 AM UTC
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