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Beautiful Bride
I stood at the tower of my heart
And looked upon the remains of my broken dreams...
Cold and numb I feel
Is there anything left to heal?
Loneliness pierces me like a dagger
Loosing my strength I begin to stagger
What has become of me?
There is pain in everything I see
What should I rephrase?
What must I embrace?
I shall fight my misery;
For I am a woman of destiny
My tears I shall wipe aside
To the Lord, I am always a beautiful bride...
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