So glorious the rose
Of white satin dreams
I hold in my hand,
Suddenly, aturned shallow red
From this horrid life and thorns,
Of such angered illusions.
What little happiness I have--
What joy do I have left to hold
But this frail heart torn apart?
That just the sight of my dear friend
In the arms of such a girl
Would make me wish to live tomorrow,
To watch he and she grow together.
So that happiness could and will be yours,
And the eyes of the future will look
Upon the two of you with happiness,
love, and all of its beauty,
For the joy not in my heart
Will only grow in the smiles and life the both of you share.
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