I went to your wedding although I was dreading the thought of losing you. The organ was playing; my poor heart kept saying, My dreams, my dreams are through.
You came down the aisle, wearing a smile, a vision of loveliness. I uttered a sigh, and then whispered goodbye, goodbye to my happiness.
Your mother was crying, your father was crying, and I was crying, too. The teardrops were falling because we were losing you.
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