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I painted for you a portrait Of my most romantic dream Wrapped it in a bed sheet And hid it beneath the cellar stairs In hopes that you would never look there. It's a picture of us dancing In a garden you planted just for me You remembered my favorite flowers Yellow roses, glorious carnations In every color of which you could think. I was hoping to give you this one day Hoped to prove to you in some special way When I just couldn't find the words to say I'm still madly in love with you. I guess that if you're reading this I'm no longer within your reach And if there's one thing I need you to know I am missing you too.
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