| I went to a wedding one bright summer day
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| The bride was a beauty and the people were gay
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| Alone in a corner I stood till the end
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| For the girl was my sweetheart and the boy my best friend
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| When the service was over there beside the church door
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| I picked up a rose that fell on the floor
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| Alone and neglected as I was that day
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| Was my sweet little rose from the bride’s bouquet
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| It was only a rose from the bride’s bouquet
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| Once filled with loves perfume now faded and grey
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| Like the love that she gave me it faded away
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| This sweet little rose from the bride’s bouquet
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| Each petal reminds me of a moment of bliss
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| A sweet little love word and a lingering kiss
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| I waited in teardrops then hide it away
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| My sweet little rose from the bride’s bouquet… |