She was my bride
Three day old...
All that had been left unsaid
I carry them to the grave...
The morning coffee, the held hands
The trembling lips, the first kiss...
The rusted roses would know them all...
She was my bride
Three day old...
Three day old...
All that had been left unsaid
I carry them to the grave...
The morning coffee, the held hands
The trembling lips, the first kiss...
The rusted roses would know them all...
She was my bride
Three day old...
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