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He stood in a beautiful mansion
Surrounded by riches untold
As he gazed at a beautiful picture
That hung in a frame of gold
Was a picture of a lady
So beautiful young and fair
To this beautiful lifelike picture
He murmured in sad despair.

If those lips could only speak,if those eyes could only see
It those beautiful golden tresses,were here 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

He stood there and gazed on that picture
And slumbered forgetting all pain
For there in that mansion of fancy
She stood by his side again
His lips then softly murmured
The name of his once sweet bride
With his eye fixed on that picture
He awoke from his sleep and he cried

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