Her wedding

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The golden jewelry she wore at that night shines brightly as her eyes. The white gown fits perfectly, so perfect like her smile. And then she looked at everyone with a grin in her face holding the arms of the man she love. That man should've been me , but what else can I do if I left her to go somewhere far away. Now, I'm just watching her from the aisle to the stairways of heaven. 

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