He stood in a beautiful mansion
Surrounded by riches untold
He gazed at a beautiful picture
That hung in a frame of gold.
T'was the picture of a lady
So beautiful young and fair
And to the life like features
He murmered in despair
Chorus.
If those lips could only speak
And those eyes could only see
And those beautiful golden tresses
Were 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.
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