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and i see roses in his hands
pretty red roses
and he stands
with pride
as he looks at the woman
who completes his life

there are tears in her eyes
a smile on her beautiful face
and i sit here aching
wishing that i
can bring myself to look away...

but the scene is too moving
and their gazes like diamonds
that my own eyes betray me

so i watch them more closely
and die when i see
that i'm now on my own

the girl could have been me...

he gives her the flowers
and she takes it laughing out loud
i've never seen so much joy
in a crack of a second

it grows colder each minute
and i sit still watching the two
give each other the world
that i never knew....

and wait for the moment
that my own love will see
how those pretty red roses
mean so much to me...