If those lips could only speak
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He stood in a beautiful mansion
Surrounded by riches untold
He gazed at a beautiful picture
That hung in a frame of gold
Twas a picture of a lady
So beautiful young and fair
With his eyes fixed on the picture
He murmured in sad despair Chorus
If those lips could only speak
If those eyes could only see
If those beautiful golden tresses
Were there in reality
Could I only take your hand
As I did when you took my name
But it's only a beautiful picture
In a beautiful golden frame II
He stood there and gazed at the painting
In slumber forgetting all pain
(Then slumbered, forgetting all pain??)
And there in that mansion he fancied
She stood by his side again
His lips the softly murmured
The name of his once sweet bride
With his eyes fixed on the picture
He woke from his dream and cried
Chorus
They don't write songs like this anymore!
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