It would have been a sight to behold
The sight of the purest of whites
The borrowed, the new and the old.
Pictures and flashes of lights

The vision of you in white
Lays tainted by the tears I cried
And love grows blight
If only it was I by your side

O what a sight it would have been
The sight of family and friends
The grand piano and violins
But know I must contend

For this is how the vision
Ends'¦'¦'¦'¦'¦'¦

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